CC Bloom Poet Free verse

Long Hair and a Red Light

While I wait for the light to change,
more than a dozen windows fly by:
the rooms of passengers
going somewhere

While I wait for the light to change,
a squirrel is busy
back home,
away from trains,
rustling heavy branches
and dropping pears
like heavy, uneaten dreams

While I wait for the light to change,
the rain got bored of falling,
and left me alone again,
the air heavy with moisture
and dank memories

While I wait for the light to change,
I count comforts
in squares of light
rushing by

I am constantly counting trains

Your train never stops
for me

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