Commuter sonnet

I walk,

Through the tumult, traffic and metro-cars,

In the city of light bulbs instead of stars

Of a lost folk.

Black metal stalks.

And in the way he talks,

He’s found confidence in that crowd

Swarming around.

And she smiles wide

As he’s giving his seat

Away to her; decides

That she’s pretty indeed.

Heavy feet of them flap with a flop

As the train comes to a stop.