The Skytrain

is full again --
standing room only

it pulls up to the station
and a crush of people
rush ahead of you
breaking
line
pouring through
the automatic
doors
you are left behind

and you are left thinking
how you loath masses of people that teem
frothing and jostling from place to place
wipe them from the face of the earth
then the train would run
for you
alone

but the station
is now
completely empty

you can feel and hear the wind
as it picks up discarded newspapers
with yesterday’s headlines
four people were killed when their bus...
and candy wrappers - paper and aluminum foil
fritter about from one cement wall to the next

where has everybody gone
and why in such a hurry?