The Journey


We caught that train and shared it overnight.
It changed my little sis, myself age eight.
We marched along those aisles; the odor ripe.
Tobacco smoke in places made us faint.

We caught that train and heard its body retch
and tremble at the screaming of those words:
“Aboard!” and forward did the monster stretch
past streets with wheels that screeched like blackened birds.

A mournful cry  his call in places gray
though bound to die,  he rumbles right along.
Go puff! go puff! and then his talk and sway
blows circled, whitened clouds behind in throngs.

We caught that train and mastered many fears;
we heard our mother’s voice beyond our tears.



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