On the Train
The mesmeric sound of wheel on rail
The constant rhythmic rattle.
Watching farms and fields flash past,
Oblivious to others prattle.
A half asleep unblinking stare
It's a sedative sensation,
Broken, when brakes are applied
As we approach the station.
Then back to the jungle,
It's each man for himself.
Jostling, elbows everywhere,
To get your luggage from the shelf.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2016
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