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| Michael Roque |
Michael Roque, a Los Angeles native, now residing in the Middle East, embarked on his writing odyssey amidst the bleachers of Pasadena City College. His literary voyage has traversed continents, gracing the pages of esteemed publications such as Aurora Quarterly, Veridian Review, and CascadeJournal.
Email: roque.write09@gmail.com
Social Handle: https://www.instagram.com/roquewrites2009/
Sharp whistle shrieks
between stops
from December Street to Jan Way—
Two, four, eight
eye to eye,
face to face
on a one-way train—
thu-thud
THU-Thud!
THU-THUD!!!
On track to a transitional pause,
doors seal all into a lit tube
engulfed by black
for an extended enough time
to get attached—
to feel connection
while speeding spark-lit rails
to a next destination—
THU-THUD!!!
THU-THUD!!!
THU-THUD!!!
JOLT!
Meeting eyes break
with a whiplash
at a platform where all migrate
on, off the train.
Last looks,
farewells, goodbyes,
wonders—
if any meet again face to face
on surface,
in train, someday,
while simultaneously swapping each out
for a fresh gaze—
THU-THUD!!!
THU-Thud!
Thu-thud
thu—
thud.
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