Lines and Stanzas

“Daddy, what’s wrong with the train?”

We’re stopped again

And so remain

Between stations.

.

“I’m going to be late.”

“You already are.”

The big silver car

Slumps

In the black tunnel

Like a decrepit dragon.

.

“It’s bullshit.”

We have places to be

And the dragon staggers,

Its fire within mere gasps.

So we wait and we go and we wait and we go.

.

“Good morning,” sings the bum,

His cup at the ready

Where steps meet sidewalk.

“Oh shut up,” I mutter and hike.

Nothing wrong with my feet.

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