Writings

wall of poetry

 

orange

isn’t it good sometimes
to be stuck in traffic
and stay
stuck
not reach
the destination
destiny
anywhere

 

i have an orange
in my bag
it travels with me
to work
and back home
i always forget
to eat it
it stays
in a corner
of my bag
i like it
there
stuck
waiting
while i
listen to the impatient
honking cars
flickering lights
people with music
in their ears
and games in their hands

 

but
the orange
stays
sitting in it’s dark
warm
corner

 

waiting