Local train; long run.
Slippery slope disappear
near the weeping willows.
Sleeping inside the riverside rowboat.
Hide and seek speak to me in
worried whispers the world waits for
The box said no one else can leave.
Backwards seat sing along
Beautiful blunders, force fed fall
over the edge into predictable plummet
Surreptitious sunshine slips in and blushes
when reproached by the
horde of lumen-starved insignificants.
Lining the shores seeking the rain
we hunt and peck and
rabble rabble rabble.
Follow through the open door
check out and slip away
Reanimate to escape the elastic people
Vocal chords tied to tongue and grasping for goodness.