The Train

by penny roe   Jun 5, 2007


The bodies rock slowly side to side,
The trees pass quickly,
The sun's rays shoot through
And catch your eye.

The train is silent,
The bodies sit,
Uniformly,
Until the entrance of life.
The bundle of living jumps in
and the Sun hits you in the eye.
The young boy laughs and makes funny faces.
The woman awakens with her pale yellow shirt
And womanly fro.
Her ebony skin glistens with joy.

The smile arises, the day has come,
The train is alive.
The people move,
Swaying together now,
But at different paces.

The child laughs,
That woman smiles,
A couple kisses,
A baby screams,
A man yawns,
A girl sobs.

The individual was born,
The heart was touched,
But the sob of another
the sigh,
the groan,
the tear,
the kiss,
the laughter,
the smile...

Each became a parent,
opening the eyes, slowly, of another,
as the emotions and the thought
of every individual was enlivened.

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