Real Poem

It would be good to stop this train

and lie me down on green grass

ideally near a shady river,

special, like a king and queen

maybe sleeping face-to-face

or hand-in-hand or toe-to-toe.

Changing trains seems risky. It’s winter

now and many leaves have fallen

but I do feel something-like ‘alive’ and

it would be good to jump this train

and stop momentum, all inertia,

long and narrow tracks.