Yesterday I spent travelling by myself. No wonder I was thinking of you.
Your kind of love
Today I’m taking your daily train route,
all 100 minutes of it.
Just right for a good film.
So I stare out.
We go past the lake.
Do you see all these birds too?
Solemn, grazing the fields.
They choose to spend their winter here.
And that ostrich-shaped bush?
Does it mess with your head at least a little
making you believe you’re already in Africa?
Must be the dirty windows.
Do they have olive trees in Africa?
Eucalyptus is far from home.
It’s only the first station
and so much has happened yet.
(Tanks on trucks in Tarquinia followed.
Not here they won’t.)
These were just the first twenty minutes
of my 18-hour travel.
I spend them looking out through your eyes.
But no, you don’t see any of that at all.
When your train leaves it’s still dark.
You leave in the dark
so that I can keep dreaming
still warm dreams
with bestia in your
still warm spot.
You are the kind kind
And this is how you love.
Be so kind as to read the captions for more crucial info, for example which book I was reading.
I missed the last couple of Patrick’s challenges but who can deny a theme like that?
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #156: Love