Even when a train ride is to the next town or city, or perhaps the airport, we feel we leaving things behind, hopefully for the better. But intriguingly as each train ride leaves a past behind, they accumulate, as we always come back physically maybe with someone else's baggage.
A gently thought(s)-provoking verse.
I think after the forthcoming anthology of train poems comes out later this, we'll be inspired to write many more, and perhaps dealing with complex issues too in such a fine way.
one line haiku
Publication credits: Raw NerVz (Summer 1995)