Tuesday, August 18, 2009


You feel it long before you see it
The faintest of breezes gives your
   cheek momentary pause
The hairs on your arm sway,
   ever so slightly,
   as wheat in an Iowa field
A rumble, low and steady
Perks your eardrums alive
Ahhhh: a driving wind
Small relief from the thick fog of August heat
Excitement grows as a thunder draws
   nearer and nearer
You avert your eyes to delay
   impending joy

The train!
Is here!

Now get to work

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