The Train Leaving the Station
Poem
Jacquelyn Rocha
It starts slow, works hard, to pull the weight
Of all the freight
Train
Of thought
So slow don't know if it will leave the station
At all,
Ever
Now
Or if it has left before
People have sat in front of this train
Wondering where it will go
The long hours it plows from city to city
From home to home
From coast to coast
What is my destination?
What do you read from my face?
The freights are old
This train belongs to the people of the city
Graffiti
A familiar face
A shout out to let you know that
I am here
The people are here
This train belongs to the people of the city
The Train Leaving the Station© COPYRIGHT 2004 Jacquelyn Rocha.
Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author.
12/15/04
