Writing Fodder

A train, a train, Burning through its coal. And smoke that drives away the cool air. Or the night sky. The night sky. The night sky. Write about the sky. Daytime, grass, flowers, swarming. The seasons, snow, spring, something, something… Writing and writing. About a smile, Never just a nice gesture. But fodder for my writing. Smiling, beautiful, toothy, friendly. Writing, flowing like a train. Train tracks that burn my fingers, Even after the train has left. I bandage my fingers, And continue to write!