Grade Crossing

Here comes another
Train, like a stampeding
Giant metal millipede
With strident voice
Trumpeting to be noticed
"Long, long, short, long"
Ninety-nine decibels
Obliterating conversation
Waking the dead
Then rumbling on
A million metal feet
Tramping a million mile march
Merely thirty meters from my door.

We pause and smile.




Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2015-11-12 at 04:17

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2015-11-26


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
The trains again. At least you managed a smile. Do you think you will ever get used to them? They must be loud if they drown out conversations. Nice millipede metaphor too.
2015-11-15


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this made me smile last night when i read it, and i smiling now after reading it again this morning. the possibilities, of why you are smiling, and what you were doing, are endless, and some of the possibilities make me smile more than others.

good poem. i grew up near r.r. tracks.
2015-11-12