That Day

They sent me home early from work that day

On the way there I’d taken the subway. Going back there was only the bus,
but it didn’t seem to matter much.

It wasn’t as if I was in a rush

Woke up one morning to a beautiful day in late summer, went on my way, with places to go to and things to do, under a sky of brilliant blue.

Where were we all going to?

Imagine this thing I say: every day
millions of people are on the move,
going to work
to earn
to pay
to live

Except that on a given day, for some the trip’s one way

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