Newspapers and gadgets are props
covering the hollowed glaze of non-looks.
How to avoid searching too deep,
meaning best left formulated by others,
through shopping sprees and TV,
in front of which you fall asleep.
With pendulous lids and bags dangling on hips
they shuffle along, spilling on platforms,
thundering the footbridges with their cadences of resignation.
Sleep-flushed faces in the dank reek of stations at dawn,
they come and go,
and in their tread I detect fear
of letting down,
of being let go.