Under the bed
In a loop
Only turning left
A train buzzes around a track
Powered by
That invisible
Intangible yet tangible
Electricity
Coursing through the rails
Emitting the odor
Of power
Of shock
Of tang
Distant yet present
Is this scent
Like the mind
Of a wanderer
Visible when in focus
Cellophane when preoccupied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tyler A beautifully written poem. Keep it up