That Train Went Off

 

 

towards better, safer 

times. We were waving oh 

goodbye good luck to all 

our many selves leaning

around the little quick 

   

rectangular windows

like some kind of beatnik  

flowers having our hair    

busily brushed flat by the

brusky old winds. Don't fall

 

out! Oh do be careful! Oh I  

do hope they can make it. How

can they possibly miss

us so completely and 

still be wanting for us 

 

at home? If we believe

you can pull the whole world 

up to your chin quite far

enough to finally

see their journey as one

 

belonging to all woods.

I'm guessing that shouldn't

be so difficult to

understand.It is all

about the water, or

 

the light in the water.

Write it in your heart.

Something's always pouring  

into something else by

mistake or by design.