Train Stories
Granny in her fuzzy blue cape
Have a care as you de-train
The fog rolls in, the day grows dim
Your red bow is soggy in the rain
Sleep, Painted Lady
Show your blue eyelids to the world
Your orange face and pewter lip
Distracts from the blood under your fingernails-
A horrid French-tip!
Japanese girl, why do you cry?
Such tears- your heart is breaking
I should not stare though I am a curious Bear
I look and see
Your soul is weeping
Pink cupcake boots
Waiting on the platform
Tapping a quick rhythm into a puddle
Dry umbrella in hand, wet rain across my face
Watching them, watching me
From under the shelter they huddle.
