Westbound Train

Before the rain She came calling again Last to be kissed Muskrat in mist Copper kettle, smoldering coals Papyrus letters, indelible scrolls Westbound train, eclectic guitar Powder blue taxi, front door ajar Ballet slippers, nails painted pink Descending those steps, feigning a wink Where does she get off strutting that stuff Prancing past puppets, acting so tough? Drops of honeydew those wine glass legs Round square fence posts, oval wood pegs Old days are gone And so are the dreams No picking up on outdated themes Fires do not burn forever I told her “everyone knows” Off-centered smile, dubious clothes Left her standing there neither happy nor sad In roundhouse gray and scantily clad