Domains within
Underground snakes and tales
Lulled in heated protection
Passengers keep spheres
Womb of mounded earth
Getting lost in the pull and tow of days
Pulse and flow of nights
On the surface along ambling concrete
Drops dress my red jacket, yellow boots
Measuring time, brick footsteps, metal numbers
Rain clouds, wind, ticking of the bus
You take me up, just down the block
Morning detours to mid afternoon
Fourth time, fourth place
Abandoned umbrella-back up your stairs
Past's goodbye under cloudy skies