Chris Kane Jr. Poet Free verse

Soul Train

A locomotive crying out
As it hurtles down life’s tracks--
Sounds like soul to me;

Or the wind whispering
On every blade of grass
Dipping toes in every pond;

Or the diamond that we keep
In caves too dark and deep 
For any intruder to excavate;

Or the sermons of the Reverend Al Green;
Or the Force that guides and heals;
Or the reason for existence…

The soul, that which outlasts all else,
Sounds like the sweetest steam engine
In a myriad web of rails.

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