announcements made
streaming over speakers
telling information
for the travelers there
arranging their day
based on schedules
arriving only
to depart shortly
destinations vary
means of transport
fast or slow
provide avenues
places filled with
people experiencing
things together
or separate
whether brief or extensive
the span of time
in between meetings
doesn’t cease
emotions given
as one departs
or arrives
each station
is only a part
of a journey
-Jennie Nawrocki
standing in front
looking up
mesmerized, intrigued
it was a surprise
unexpected in every way
moving me emotionally
physically, intellectually
dancing with each note
completely thrilled
seeing excitement
music unheard
filled my ears
people unknown
undeniably kind
caring for their audience
through entertainment
along with compassion
leaving only appreciation
for the experience to behold
that never became old
-Jennie Nawrocki
fell into the night
drifting as the workday ends
rushing to the next event
a plethora of choices
home with the family
short gatherings of friends
soon dinner for the evening
becomes enmeshed requiring
preparations for gatherings
whether within ones own walls
or another’s abode
available as they are
restaurants also provide
entertainment of plenty
familial or professional
adds to the evening
when shades of blue and gray
morph gloriously into
glistening speckled black skies
illuminating every night
for all to view
-Jennie Nawrocki
there are people
we don’t know
they roam this world
living in similar ways
their productive actions
help us indiscreetly
as my daily movements
align with their needs
though connections
we hold supporting
each other
invisible even
amongst themselves
as the slinky
springs around
passing knowledge
resources, compassion
seemingly worlds apart
are brought together
from the initial pull
of the complied reactions
they first produced
bring together
people who have
never met
-Jennie Nawrocki
found a note
from one to another
crumpled, tattered
lying scrunched
with a dirt crust
someone had used it
as the path they walked
picked it up gingerly
noticed inside words
written in red
X452QJM
don’t forget
heavily underlined
what did it mean?
whose was it?
bold in its lettering
sounds important
though here it is
on the ground
will anyone see?
-Jennie Nawrocki
a touch of the hand
gently across the bare chest
stroking it along the way
feeling every curve
up to the shoulder
down the strong arm
looking at the sculpture
while moistening lips
in anticipation for a kiss
first on each cheek
slowly brushing
the softness of their faces
she whispers in her ear
let me jump your bones
-Jennie Nawrocki
a steel frame
supported by axles
attached to ties
formed of rubber
grooved for traction
it glides along the road
with sounds humming
from the front pistons
maneuvering the engine
the heart of the vehicle
expelling energy
to mechanical organs
through hoses and wires
enable the balance
of hot and cold
as parts grind
together forming motion
lead from another compartment
separate from the heat
resting on seats provided
a person carried with ease
from one location to another
slight turns of the leather
the wheel rolls, guiding
four spheres on the pavement
while the feet add pressure
to pedals hidden beneath the dash
allowing grease and gas flowing
until one petal stops
complete
pulling another lever if needed
for this is not the place to stay
only to ride
-Jennie Nawrocki
unseen your face
breaking stillness
of cold or heat
passing slowly
gentle you are
only blurting out fast
within forces of a storms
tearing landscape, foliage
the path provides
infrequent in this manner
it becomes
a wanted thing
to arrive on cue
for the people enjoy
the translucent guide
soothing desires
along the way
-Jennie Nawrocki
underneath the towers
shadowing sidewalks
their pavement
rocky by nature
is just the surface
of a world underneath
dirt and insects
their cover protects
from most elements
though they have been
pushed aside
dug out of existence
as walls are made
preventing their entrance
within a system
of steel rails
ensuring their webs
catch stragglers
attempt to get out
for the smoothness
of the passage
among those that went
underneath the towers
-Jennie Nawrocki
so delicate
its wings
fluttering fast
in the wind
roaming through air
changing elevation
vectors of direction
submerged plentifully by
fragrant vegetation
worldly matters
people cherish
are no concern
for it interacts amongst
nectar in flowers
refreshing rain water
leaves for shelter
twigs, branches
resting heavily
hardly notice
the light touch
tangent only as
tiny butterfly feet
embrace their soon
inefficiency during flight
when the delicate
butterfly flies
-Jennie Nawrocki
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