Travel Light
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Travel Light
The 6 P.M. leaves Baltimore.
It’s called the Silver Meteor.
On the train are sleeper rooms.
Its travel light’s the crescent moon.
In my sleeper shut up tight,
I hear steel wheels embrace the night.
Rays streak passing out of sight.
I sit by my blue travel light.
Can outsiders see me, if they look,
as I sit in my cozy nook?
This train is moving much too fast,
for just a glimpse of light that passed.
Deeply south, its routine run,
stopping often, seldom some.
Soon dawn says,"Night’s nearly done."
My travel light, the Georgia sun.
1/11/17
Travel Light Contest
Kai Michael Neumann
1st Place
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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