Poem: Travel by Train

Travel By Train

It is a blurry sort of day. Flat. A bit of snow
a bit of rain. A train to the city.
Foggy landscapes out of the windows.

You are peaceful. Happily anonymous.
Another stranger with a camera and keyboard,
Sometimes looking out. Sometimes looking within.

Happily invisible. Your thoughts your own.
No one caring, those thoughts might be anything,
no need to respond. No need to be anything

for anyone else.

About this poem

A mood poem. I am missing travel. I do like disappearing now and again.


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