Longingly I stare out the window
The machinery hums and squeals about me
A hot day, I think
Everything is labouring
From the half century old vessels above me
Water leaks raining to the pedestrians below
A rainbow forms in the mechanical mist
A nice reprieve from the mundane about me
And I think
I am older than these machines
When am I going to start to leak?
1 comment:
I really like the narrator`s comparison to a machine here. Nice.
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