Stay but move forward
We lost ourselves in the garden of panoramic viewfinders.
It takes small measures to hear
Shouts of “Bon Voyage”
To pollution and aerosol hairspray
Stick the kids on a train
Bound for superficial land and a more popular sky.
There is no train for your family. No steam release. Not one other engine runs anywhere. Not for you or me or them.
Only horses are fit to rule the same old wayward towns.
Buy a jockey cap with racetrack memories in the gift shop.
This is a trippy poem! And bloggers sure love poetry, as your (and others’) poetry blogs seem to get the most likes.
Thanks! I guess they do love poetry. Who knew? 🙂