Train of Words - Oct. 14, 2024

one could write a poem

on a train  tree-flickered

sunlight through a window

a scroll of maples

and some quaking aspen

soft rumble of metal

rolling over metal

tight fit of wheels

on track and the clack

where they connect

I close my eyes to the

dervish of green

the rhythm of vibrations

my head on a pillow

of late-morning

a blanket of Canada

pulled over me

as my train of words

breaks apart

and derails

off the tracks

of my mind