Train Travels (a poem)

Train Travels (a poem) by David A. Church

The lines, they curve, shake
Across divided lands. A squeaky
Set of carriages
Floods compartments, compliments the yards
With rusted concrete,
Jars sights of nature’s shades living, dead.
Worn houses static,
Forgotten under Sky’s light, faded
By glass that frames blurs,
Imperfections, missing stations with
Patient custom, paid
And under clock, timetable booklet
Schedules. Fizzing loose
Electric wires, to escort those tasked
To work on, beyond
Any network or seat, shapes of time.

David A. Church

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