Modern Conveniences

Nowadays we see them
in all flashy colours,
even the mundane, but
popular bare "colours."
Left, right, they go.
Zipping away to
destinations unknown
Some are like a flash!
But they should fear
Mr Johnny Hopper, for
you can't see him,
but he lurks in the
shadows like a spider.
Others trudge along,
but there is no rush
on a Sunday.  But
nowadays, everyone is
in a rush.


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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