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Tram Ride Cinquain

tram ride
crowded people
breathing the winter air
Squashed and squished like eggs in a jar


I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

2 thoughts on “Tram Ride Cinquain

  1. It occurred to me, that if someone in the northern hemisphere reads this poem, the idea of it being winter may take a moment to set in.

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