In Mid-Journey

In Mid-Journey

Running for the bus.
Sink into the seat
the only one open
Next to you
crammed down tight
between seat and window
A bouquet of roses
Wrapped in rustling white paper.


Written at Montco. Here you see the bell tower, College Hall, and the upper floor of the library.

11 thoughts on “In Mid-Journey

    • Yes, I like the idea that in any situation, what someone has discarded or does not value or want, it can be completely the opposite to another person, and mean everything. So that is why it is important to always be honest (as kindly as possible and sometime of course that is not possible) in how we behave and even think, Because little things really do matter in ways we don’t always know. That is what I think.

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