Two hours ago:
Trains: one missed, one boarded
a race against time
to reach the land of maamis and music.
An hour ago:
People: one dignified, one childlike
two silver haired old men
each with a story to share with me.
Roads: one traversed, one to be taken
time to bid adieu to a reporter’s beat
farewell my literary kith and photographic kin.
An hour from now:
Scripts: two mastered, one devilish
the characters borrowed from the Chinese
leave me bedazzled, the kids win again.
This is poem 6 for Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD 2011, my way of celebrating NaPoWriMo. Prompt: "Time of day" poem.