Poem 203 – To Trains & First Impressions Event Tonight

To trains

to trains
to moving mysteries that roam
whilst roaming
to blurry scenery & the romance
of not knowing the next
tongue you’ll taste
to old fantasies that fatten
like scar tissue
to blank pages & pink ink
blending into poetry
to the country of sky
you hold up each day
to evening thunderstorms
that surprise & scare

to breaking & breathing
to sobbing & sleeping
to wild nights with Emily
& kinship with dead writers
who never really die

to the damn bigness of tiny moments
to everything & everyone
to trains
to tracks
to leaving & returning
until the place & the person
becomes your blood

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