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