spring poem

blustery winds

                           that sound like the sea,

  the train muffeledly screams nearby

                                     along the river

 

             is that a banjo?! dammit.

                        why are banjo players

                         always

                                      so visibly plucky.  why

    must they share that whining kerplunk!?

 

aaaaaahhh….

      the steely wail of the choo choo

is drowning it out

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