This Train Poem by Grant House

This Train



This train
Two engines and nine passenger cars
Groaning up Cuesta Grade

Heading north out of San Luis Obispo
Passing in and out of tunnels
Curving through the lush landscape high above

Up the mountain
Completely immersed in green

This train and its vibrations
Take me in the only direction that matters
To my wanderlust imagination

Away

This Train
Friday, November 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mountain,train
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