Work blues ;) highs and lows..
I've been working on the railway
all the live long day - and overhead
the sound of the aircraft passing -
beats the metre in my head.
Scans the line with humour-
curtains the edge of noise -
drowns the kittens of disaster
with petal fresh winter snow.
Yet in this stream of consciousness
the odd idea grows and develops,
classifies into strata, shows the circles
of age. Trains go by. Wheels spin.
Now I'm too tired to cry.
I wrote a letter
it's the third time I've tried.