get out onto the platformyou never know
there could be one more train
going your way
and you paid for your ticket
long ago
there could be
one more engine steaming
down the gleaming track
smoke curling
from its blackened stack
one more chance
for loco motion
one notion still waiting
to dawn in your silvered head
once more the quickened beating
of your golden heart
once more, a start
~ ralph murre
2 comments:
wow, love this poem Ralph.
and the drawing too--good, good stuff!
I felt a weird & uncharacteristic surge of hope reading that! I wish my stuff had an inspirational quality sometimes.
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