Years have left this train
beside the track while
others go
all the riders sliding by
one angel still on loan.
There are no others waiting
on the other side
except the one who built
the trains and sees
each one inside.
I cleared the seats
this time around
well known just
went away
mostly thought they did it
a train is not a car
no one really driving
voluntary bars.
Found someone who knows
old minds and cares enough to stay.
Wife a word was meant to be
cleaving not carving trays.
Thankful for the quietude
took awhile to learn
while reputation just caboosed
was bent to hell and burned.
Surprised to see this leading
to here and now not rats
nicked for sure but junked
am not and loved as well
just facts!
World at war and genocide
the track a point down there
in the distance disappearing
leads to much despair.
I am unremembered
off the track and wild
but better are the moments
here
a song may save a child.
We hadn't known each other long
when bought this little house
jumped to know and find later
just how it would turn out.
Scent of peaceful garden
mountains and old tracks
surely goodness mercy
will find each one at last.
The flute is like a train whistle
beneath the crust of earth
perhaps will start a prayer
soon
entrain us to rebirth.
Schumann Resonance
as well as bones click clack
a great dome and echoes
dells
grace keeping all intact.
Listen new rails whistles
no points just hope
new stacks
pioneers new spirit
America at last.
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