Unheeded until
clicketyclack, switching,
come junctions, where our lines
combine and meet and apart
and sometimes we must
alight abide awhile
to wait the next rain
on a empty bench;
watch and shyly peer
at those who must bustle still -
until
on time, the right train comes
and we board thrilling
to enjoy the next adventure
coupled entrained and ensemble
with a like locomate
For Julie, September 2006
