the lift of the train
is a sigh of relief
made visible

Asuguo

doing an evening college
is like being buried alive
with non-fiction books

Asuguo

days like
months, pass
unnoticed

Asuguo

public transport like
traffic jams leave you stuck
and dreaming of mobility

Asuguo

snow is like garbage wagons
when you see it
fetch your child and run outside

Dillo Fenderson