Monday, August 09, 2004 ;
11:42:00 PM
Train Ride
out of a country drugged with
its modernity and its self-image
we rumble into
plantations and
expansive fields
where cows and
goats mull over
long grasses
we stop at
restful towns
with quaint names
where scrawny
kids scratch and
point at commuters
perhaps we have been too long in
pigeon holes, our claustrophobic comforts
how were we to
know that our smiles could wear thin,
our eyes tire of green,
our minds hunger
for throbbing crowds,
concrete dreams?
every day is a new day ♥
