The Conductor
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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 © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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