Coming to Warsaw (On a Train)

Horses (still) with ploughs,
dust, red seats
and old ladies planting
small neat yellow potatoes.

Trees have small neat
yellow leaves (fall).

Stations with names!
Try to say with ń and ż and
other fumble tongue letters.

Watch watching, will
be only 40 minutes until
unjam the train and
struggle off with all that
weight to smell yellow
hair, smile, secret kissing
eyes.

En route to Warsaw, Poland; September, 1985

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 40 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his 40 years of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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