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 –

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

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 50 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his decades of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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