Poem - Morning Rush

More than a month ago, when I went to Melbourne, there was an activity where we would write poems and put them around the city. So here's my first poem~

Morning Rush
Alarm rings. Slow rush
To get out of bed. Dress, 
Line up, breakfast. 
Running out of time...
Slices of wholemeal:
Vegemite on one, butter on other.
Apple juice.
Chairs scraping, doors opening.
The familiar red orange green white, 
Chinking of coins, rustle of notes. 
Transfer. Train. Hustle bustle. 
People everywhere.

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