I am the blur of
                 smooth pebbles,
           a clouded silhouette
                of petal blooms
  holding to the railway timber.
  I fall to the rush of a train
          raging past as sudden
                as a storm; its

 sides etched
 like frescoes decorating
 ancient cavern walls
 in angry challenges
 and aerosol confessions
 of love.  Pieces of earth
 flashing by; creosote
 hangs in the air.  Its
 throat groans, dry
 in this summer drought.
 It has seen cooler fields of
 blue meadow grasses
 seeded with ponds and
 well-kept cottages,
 and little fishing
 boats, tied and ready.

   Still it returns, trumpeting
          through the muddle of
          lovers and transitory
         scrawlings on the wall.

 Across the dotted lines
 of pastureland, a rising
 hill.  Streams raining
 down a mountain peak
 covered in pine.
 The deep hollow sound
 bellows full
 until the hum of a
 raging train falls gently
 to the quiet of
 a single petal bloom.




M Madison
09 jul 02
reworked
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[ I like the excerpt below, To me, it speaks of how we ride
  life in general and was the starting point of "Day 14" ]

..."If we ride a train, we seem to move with incredible speed as long as we watch only
nearby objects. But if we direct our attention to prominent features of the landscape,
like high mountains, the scenery seems to change very slowly" ....

"Ensuring The Future Of Mankind"  by Albert Einstein
Message for Canadian Education Week, March 2-8, 1952. 
Published in Mein Weltbild, Zurich: Europa Verlag, 1953.