on the choo-choo

annie scribes

she’d never seen trees run so fast
even her heartbeat could not compete
in her seat she sat, eyes set on the landscape
that looked different from a distance

around the hills they wrapped
long luscious string of cars admiring the valleys
raindrops knocking on her window
as if wanting to sing with the train,
“choo-choo, choo-choo”

soon the mountains would disappear
as concrete forest grew near
skyscrapers in place of the pines

the dream she’d been searching, maybe
it lived here

For #WhisperingNeds 111, ‘trains, railway, the railroad’.

© annie scribes 2017
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