it's always the same - taking the train to somewhere case stowed there, sitting close by I settle into porterage and gauge momentum by departing drum of carriage wheels. Or do the stations merely peel away? convey a landscape lantern show beyond the grimy window. A whirl of scenic blur and all volition's swept to rest beneath my feet. Accepting fate as nameplate on this validated spot a dot in such momentous time. Seconds circle yet spectacle of sun is keeping track takes back the shine from field and town slips down, permitting sky to soon let fly with painter's hands and force us all to watch
For her Poetics prompt, August Transitions Merril invites us to write a poem in any style about a transitional time.
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