Feb 04, 2011 11:50
They all run away;
Off they dash,
While we in here
Sit cosy and static.
Leaping trees
And poles with wires,
Sprinting backwards
Until they are gone.
But I understand them,
The moving trees and poles with wires -
They move every day as I walk past them,
Slower, but they move.
No, stranger are the little cars that fall behind.
Not overtaking me.
Not a threat.
Drifting quietly into the background,
Until they join the running trees in infinity.
I like these cars better, the timid, gentle pets,
And best of all I like my mighty chariot, which proudly announces,
"This train is formed of two coaches."
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