The Wyrd Called

The wyrd called last night as it rumble past our house
Reminding of open rails and dark tunnels filled with smoke.
Creaking car sent me a stumbling with hope and lonely dreams.

Is it time?
Time to jump and ride?

“Not yet, not yet” it clacks.

" now, now" my heart cries
And the whistle dissapeears into the dark.

Elf alias Joy Lynn Rosser


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