ii.
Who stirs down there
You know it is still day
your sleepless eyes tender
in the bright sun
A row of pines casts
a heavy collective shadow
looks like a zip
broad strong
one you might use for baggage
or the fat leather calf
of a high knee boot
train travel is magical in a way planes can never be
ReplyDeleteLove the pines like a zip, Lizz.
ReplyDeleteRevisiting this trip is making me want to jump on a train again Robbie. Glad you like the zippy image PS
ReplyDeleteLoving these Train Poems, Lizz!
ReplyDeleteThanx for the encouragement Rob! I have a few in Two Lips Went Shopping as well - quite different though.
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