.
Train horn wrapping gently around the ears,
moody, yearning and dark, crowding softly
over the eyes and passing through the nostrils
past the borders of simple awareness,
as if it has become part of the soul,
a soul filled with soft midnight sound,
and the clack of the train behind it
the last sweet knock of sentience
between now and our blessed sleep.
Hey, wait a minute…this isn’t from th school of the short & savage line…WTF
Very good. Familiar.
the 3am train amoaning
and it’s graveled footsteps
sprinting
and failing to catch up
with
the going
KM