Baby, Blue Sky

Sunshine

falls on the district

one jogger runs

by me

the brown / white dog

of a possible

neighbor / nightbar

sniffs only

shortly after my anxiety

then the sweet hard

sound of the express train.

Even before the possible achievable

horizon, calculable

(in those days)

audience question

How far it is away from us?

the horizon

the express train.

Probably closer than you might think

an encounter none

strange attitude

high-speed rail

from the opposite direction.

Friendships may be so beautiful

happened to friends at my elbow

on an old bench

under baby blue sky

tunnel system.

Regional transport, privatization

Poem 26 - Book 11 of 15 - At the Times When I Woke Up & Myself Like the Lemmings Should Behave â€“ 3. Literal Pictures [In Color] -

Comments on "Baby, Blue Sky"

On Thursday, January 31, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

That first stanza is breathtaking. Then you are reminiscing at how you were so amazed by your first shared trips on the magical train, Reencountered and explored again very vividly . I really enjoyed this. X x
On Saturday, February 2, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Thanks, honey! Here is finally a wordplay which works in English like in German ... but okay, the title is actually An English sentence or phrase ... I like the word "stanza" pretty much ... Thanks for that word ... :)
A former member wrote: rethinking the ideas of nearness. we are all underneath the same sky, after all. thrilling and lovely. those last lines sting, like having the breath knocked out of you. thanks for the always pleasurable ride.
On Saturday, February 2, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Yeah, we are all sky's surfer ... & intruders ... thanks for your always pleasurable commentaries, dear! :)