Sunday, February 08, 2004
Smiling at the Village people
(Odie -- 8 February 2004)
Once again another day
The sun was shining.
heading for the subway,
with a book in hand
my back to the door
moving was the painted land.
Looking at the pages
dreaming of food
I stared into the leaf, pretending
That the page was good.
But why the sham?
Reading was not the goal.
For don’t you understand
the danger of eye contact on the metro?
ok, its a mischevious poem. but, of course there is a reason for it. he he he. for those of you who do not know what moving painted lands mean... in montreal every metro station is designed differently. some have drawings or paintings on it. i gues the one i'm referring to is the one at snowdon, where flowers are painted along the walls. its like a moving land when the metro starts to move. hehe
(Odie -- 8 February 2004)
Once again another day
The sun was shining.
heading for the subway,
with a book in hand
my back to the door
moving was the painted land.
Looking at the pages
dreaming of food
I stared into the leaf, pretending
That the page was good.
But why the sham?
Reading was not the goal.
For don’t you understand
the danger of eye contact on the metro?
ok, its a mischevious poem. but, of course there is a reason for it. he he he. for those of you who do not know what moving painted lands mean... in montreal every metro station is designed differently. some have drawings or paintings on it. i gues the one i'm referring to is the one at snowdon, where flowers are painted along the walls. its like a moving land when the metro starts to move. hehe
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