Elevator


They look for their number
in their half-awake slumber,
not wanting to chat
about this or that.
Each one a stranger,
fearful of danger,
their eyes dart about;
as they wait to get out.
Finally the elevator opens wide
they come and go, moving aside,
never looking upon any faces,
fearful perhaps,
of what hides in dark places.

Poem by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture by: Photobucket

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55 thoughts on “Elevator

  1. This reminds me of being in a crowded subway with total strangers, avoiding looking at each other, fear of intrusion, closeness? It seems to be human nature to act this way in small, constrictive spaces, like an elevator. Very interesting observation on human behavior, well done 🙂

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