Train Thoughts

Gazing at the different types of people,

some big some small,

some short some tall.

Not knowing if someone is going thru pure hell

covered by a stern look or impressive smile.

Not knowing if someone who appears to be made of pure gold

is simply made of sterling silver.

All coming from a hard day of work, school, or another activity,

heading to the same destination.

Somewhere we each call home.

Disaster

Epigraph from “Complete Destruction”                                                                                                                     

William Carlos Williams

  It was an icy day.

 We buried the cat,

 then took her box

 and set fire to it

 in the back yard.

 Those fleas that escaped 

 earth and fire

 died by the cold.

  It was a natural disaster.

  We sheltered our homes,

  boarded the windows and

  covered each hole.
  The trees couldn’t be sheltered

  from the treacherous weather.

 Those trees were pulled from

  their roots and moved to

  another home.