THERE WILL ALWAYS BE TRAINS
by R.D. Snow (Jan 2020)
Ever since I fled out to the country
To fall asleep in nature's softer bed
I no longer hear the low rumble sounds
From the humming hive of the city
accelerating, speeding, frantically
away into some unknown distance
toward some unknown emergency
Instead, I hear the melodies of rain
Orchestrating puddles under rooftops,
Bouncing off the branches of willow trees
And a distant train at random hours; sings
A train that for my benefit doesn't know
It should be a low rumbling sports car, hello?
In the twenty first century
And those poor sports car enthusiasts-
Always moving about like snakes; since
Their precious noise will soon be outdone
By a howling drone...
Pouncing on our GPS locations,
Grabbing unlucky shirts by the collar,
Declaring a curfew violation,
Dangling sleepy feet about as it whisks away
and plopping us down, straight into bed-
on the roof of a moving train.
But the cool air and calm whistle
blows and-
drowns out the noise of the drones
And so, again, here lies another unfortunate generation
falling asleep to the tune of
the wrong century
since; there will always be trains
R. D. Snow
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Writer’s Comments:
Inspired by Billy Collins (1941-) one of the great poets of modern day.