All Aboard - a haibun

Written by: Patricia Sawyer

 
somehow we discovered that one could ride the lumbering freight train to the next 
town if you lay waiting just before the long curve.. where it slowed and the 
engineers view was blocked by the old pine forest.. everyone else already aboard.. 
my fat legs simply won't run fast enough.. I'll wait for them to return with the 
afternoon train..


blackberry brambles
tearing at my skin.. I cried
the train whistle blew