Train Journey to a Concert

Sheltered alone in a cabin

colorless and spare

as daydreams waft in,

light as air

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I breathe the rush of spring

green stretched across open

horizon, accelerandos of fragrant

honeydew wind weave sweet

memories with warm sun

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Each rolling hill, a melodious phrase

crescendos to the sforzando of

a pointed church steeple—

centuries survived under cobalt skies,

filled with music of a people

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But it’s the rapeseed’s fortissimo

yellow which rings through

the surreal, smeared glass view

like a soprano in a choir

whose voice draws you

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The tremolo of a buzzing bee

takes its seat next to me—

I hear my startled breath,

as it joins me in rest

for a less solitary journey