Daily Routine

Every evening at 5.09
he leaves the office,
takes the streetcar
into town,
goes for a stroll
down to the park
by the canal;

there he sits
on the bench nearest
the ornate water fountain;

He dreams,
of a lost childhood
long summers ago
by the sea,
days filled with singing,
laughing and

Crying now,
the little girl
by the fountain
who has lost her way,
golden hair,eyes of grey,
reflected in his thick lenses;

As he watches her
he dreams,
of long summers ago,
a childhood by the sea
filled with laughing
and crying;

now in the park
he lies beneath a summer sky,
side by side with
the golden girl
she lies
very still.

3 thoughts on “Daily Routine

  1. VijayNair

    A set of carefully selected images leads us through a nostalgic tour, ending on a note of horror.Excellent.

  2. Santosh

    simply loved this poem – how skillfully the nostalgic past and the present has been juxtaposed – the image of the little girl lying absolutely still sent shivers up my spine .. excellent !


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