Day 66 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day transpose meaning "cause (two or more things) to exchange places."
Travelling on Trains
I know a bit about travelling on trains
It can become confusing and hurt ones brain
It is often a place for an idle moment
It is often a place of bemoanment
It can be tiring to be sitting so long
It can be excruciating listening to the monotonous song
Of the train wheels or when the train stops
The wheels turn and I think electricity makes it go
A rod is pushed and it traverses rails rather slow
It can go straight like a rocket
It can navigate bends less so
The world of train tracks is grey and also brown from rust
The broken bones of the tracks rattle and turn to mush
Or so I imagine
A lot of imagining can be accomplished here
Take that man with the ring on his ear
His mouth is sloppy and slipping
The woman striding to sit beside him meanwhile is tripping
And the girls and boys are laughing and clicking their mouths
The crone flaps the next page of her paper
The mother and father both pray it is some time later
So here I conclude
While I rest here in solitude
That trains have a habit of transposing a lovely person
Inti something tired and lonesome.
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