Wednesday, 7 October 2015 11:07 pm
Poetry Week, Part 4
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deckardcanineThe good news was my full-time job; the bad news, my commute.
The subway stopped near work but took a long, expensive route.
Most days I’d take the bus instead; alas, the stop by home
Received infrequent visits, with delays to make me groan.
I had to make a transfer, too. I always came home late.
When summer turned to fall, it meant a dark and chilly wait.
I’d hate to keep that pattern through the winter; if it snowed,
I’d surely take the subway, not take chances with the road.
I sought a close apartment at a slightly higher price,
Then raised my budget limit at my parents’ good advice.
Not long before the solstice, I was on the fifteenth floor
With a fifteen-minute walk to work. I feared the cold no more.
The subway stopped near work but took a long, expensive route.
Most days I’d take the bus instead; alas, the stop by home
Received infrequent visits, with delays to make me groan.
I had to make a transfer, too. I always came home late.
When summer turned to fall, it meant a dark and chilly wait.
I’d hate to keep that pattern through the winter; if it snowed,
I’d surely take the subway, not take chances with the road.
I sought a close apartment at a slightly higher price,
Then raised my budget limit at my parents’ good advice.
Not long before the solstice, I was on the fifteenth floor
With a fifteen-minute walk to work. I feared the cold no more.