Missing Transit

Late, so late
I miss something.
Again, I miss something.
Leaves line my way.
Open window clearing,
A stranger holds
A coffee mug;
Face discouraged.
Recycling piled
The quiet streets.
A plane flies overhead.
Store fronts dark.
Bicyclist lit.
Turtle sandbox strewn.
Again, leaves along decay.
Dunlap, in St Paul.
The sidewalk pathway.
Skeleton for trees
Breeze for heat.
Welcome lights alone.
Farther from home.
Faded traffic.
Trying to catch up.
For the 67 left me.
Walking fast where I go.
Walking fast, go.
The light rail left me.
Just standing here.


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