Waiting On A Train

The cello plays,

As the dinging of bells

And train cars go by. 

This moment I breathe. 

Try not to think. 

Just be. 

 

Be somewhere else. 

Somewhere simple,

somewhere I’ve been before. 

 

A place with peace,

Where the wind blows and sagebrush lives. 

Coyotes roam. 

And eagles guard the skies. 

 

Still the cello plays, 

Traffic has built up.

The train moves on. 

Your song,

Takes me to my desert home. 

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- Alden Crowe