A Stopped Train

An original poem.

a stopped train
lies buried in snow

dwindling steam writhes,
reaches toward the stars,
thins to a wisp

and freezes

and all around
the endless field of snow
shines blue in the moonlight

but they

are serving hot waffles
in the dining car

windows aglow
with Hopper light —
Automat, Nighthawks

frosted fir trees
watch from afar
and smell bacon

a stopped train
lies buried in snow

moon-blue snow

hot waffles

One thought on “A Stopped Train

  1. Beautiful imagery! I can see the lights shining out on the snow and feel the chill on my cheek and suddenly I’m craving waffles.


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