by Nicole 8/25/12
full of steam, engine running on high
mountains vividly near, the cargo
oh, dear! sincere goes the luggage
engineer in booth three
around the corner, wee!
iron striking iron whistles the stop
bootleggers on top, ticket takers outside
skirting into the thinness of the air, my goodbye today
heart long, sadness within
seeing a bygone friend, the world standing there
opportunity knocking, again, again
something called sin, oh, please
let me in! the view, crisp
clear, imagine me…
no. goes the bell
yes. says the chime
freedom imprinted on every dime
skies full, up, this time.