Posted in Poetry, Prose, Prose California

Stop that Train, She Cried

Wanting, having
to throw herself
in the path
of the iron horse

Onlookers gasping

The conductor,
the engineer
shaking their heads
in dismay

More delays
they thought

How inconsiderate
of her….



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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