The Iron Horse Whispers

 

I was blessed to live in the

time of trains:

dark diesel dinosaurs lumbering

across my summer nights

where the whisper of their passing

winds in through my open window

like a silken ribbon tying up

my past and present.

Their vibration so faint

I strain to catch the fragrant sound

and in the darkening stillness

accept the gifts they bring of

memory and peace.