Observations (Poem)

The train
halted
it’s electric engine
at a 15th century town.
Strangers — graphic men and women
in a state of jubilant festivity
were celebrating something.
Kids
flying on the ground
like seagulls
who expertly dance
on the surface of salty waters.
The senile soil
and the snooty flowers
were playing with
the winds and the stones.
Some nobler minds
were busy unfurling
their neural wings.
One fellow
adjusting his bum
and attention like
an old grammarian
leapt into the lazy pond,
alarming the Koi fish
and the native dogs nearby.
While the distant
turbines
were quietly
caressing the westerlies,
I
took out the wet, medicated
music melodies
to put down
my maddening heart
in a sleepy maze.

-When the engine gave up.

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