the train brings me
back alleys of the city buildings
graffiti walls of neglected streets
wheels bound to the south roads
i revel at the open spaces
of fields green & yellow
of trees lording it over the
rolling empty landscape
the train brings me
to new city with different
highlights & views
the towns are small packages
to be unwrapped with care
the folks who live here
know the folks who are just
passing by, who is
watching whom from the windows?
the train is a moving bridge
or am i the train
moving foward
and moving backward
after business is done
i note the small stores,
narrow roads, even narrower lanes
wildflowers greet you
as time slows down
my pulse mellows down to rest
the train brings me
perspective the colors of autumn
a nostalgia of the simplicity of life
in a small city & towns
but also a realization that i am
very much a big city person
i calculate the distance from home
in terms of verses i
pen waiting for the final
station stop
