SNAKE TRAIN...

The train whistle is best from afar, the distance rings like a memory, it slithers the landscape like a copperhead in silent prayer. As it passes it reminds me of mans loud genius. Now a plane flys over.
The noise... will it ever cease?
(Yes.)

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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