Poem: Train


Written May 27, 2017


What if you see a painting
of an empty train tunnel,
all stone walls and hot rolled steel
but you hear an invisible train
approaching closer until the sound
is almost ear splitting.

What if you could enter into the peace
of this painting, this tunnel,
before the train arrives,
All you hear is the soft chug
in the distance
around a forest corner.

What if the tunnel is dark
and you smell kerosene on the
cold damp rocks
where no sun gets in,
but you see the train
and in the darkness its light
is like a big yellow flower.


by Wendy Stewart

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