Complete silence in the full, morning subway car
as most, looking down, locked in, scroll, scroll,
stop, scroll, scroll, stop, two-thumb type, scroll,
stop, scroll, scroll, stop, scroll;
not unlike an arctic fox, fixated on a point in the snow,
digging frantically, stopping to listen, look,
dig some more, then stop; except the fox just might
end up with a sustenance of some kind, at some point.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
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