Persona

yeah, there's no answer at all, who knows what this is beyond endless waiting that some extends with health plans and morning walks. if life itself has all this value, what sets us apart of the humblest ant in the anthill? these days I ordered a coffee at the bar, I looked at the people on the street and thought: if we don't know where we're going why all this rush to get there? swallow the last sip, I looked at the clock and ran away. the game of life continues and I just want to sleep

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/15/2022 8:07:00 AM

Very interesting lines, Marco. I wondered about who is the "who knows what this is" in line two and the "some" of line four. Marvelous imagery. The part I enjoyed most came with line 10. Your mistake appears to be looking at your clock! Excellent writing.

Marco Chies
Date: 5/15/2022 3:37:00 PM

Thank you very much Milton. This is urban poetry, reflecting on rush hour, our commitments and rushing to nothing.