There is something liberating about stepping on a train.
In a short seat nestled behind an open car door
I watch the trees fly toward my head
With the complete trust of a child
That I will remain unscathed.
I fly past my home, my roles and responsibilities
And enter into a new world.
The modern-day Athens swallows me whole.
It feels good to be absorbed.
3 comments:
hey, that is a poem just like rhymes wit bob, that doesn't ryhme just like bob but is wonderful jus like ryhemes with bob, KABESSH?????YOU ARE ITALIAN JUST NOT LIKE BOB SO I DO KNOW YOU KNOW what kabesh means
Hi Mr. Putz. Yes, I know what kabesh means, but I cannot spell it. I'm not sure if it qualifies as poetry but thank you for reading!
Trains are fun but they put me to sleep. I liked your story about using the secret... your blog colors remind me of some of the pages of the book.
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