Birmingham New Street to Aberystwyth, 24.05.2011A Poem by hjcm
A song drifts through my mind
like the waves that
makes the barley sheaves to undulate;
the train passes
as we drink in
a thousand golden faces,
reflecting light back at us.
Some hills are in shadow, others
shine. The opinionated passenger
with the hair and eyes like mine
banters with the man
pushing the food trolley. I sit at my
lonely table. His eyes meet mine
deeply, through the gap in the
seats. The sky is blue
although it’s coming on seven.
I like summer evenings.
I wish for more, for you,
for a breath of fresh air
and the quiet park
with a dog-walker
and a road to a home-cooked meal.
© 2011 hjcm
Added on May 25, 2011
Last Updated on May 25, 2011
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