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The Conductor

The Conductor
David J Walker

The low rumbling voice
Of the locomotive  reminded  me
Of my time traveling days from this to
Another place 
  another time
In space
That would become Mine as well

Where the young  sang 
Love songs in romance
Languages unknown
In this today 

The engineer poet played his prose
On his whistle in echoed  harmonies 
on the landscape
While trees danced to the tune in the
Midnight rambling concert 
In the moonscape

I have been the passenger
	I have been the
Engineer
I have been the conductor 
On the passage to portholes
Both far and near

And now
I am content to listen to
The train pass
Knowing at last
Where it is going
It’s echo in the distance
Clear
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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