TRAIN

Sun, shadow, leaf and grass —
every wood and field we pass
invites escape as, caged in glass,
I sweat the journey through.

Sun, shadow, grass and leaf
offer to unstook my sheaf
of thoughts, to thresh out — sweet relief —
all not concerned with you.

Leaf, grass, shadow, sun —
my grainy thoughts have now begun
to grow and spread and ear till none
of me’s apart from you

Grass, leaf, sun, shadow,
barn, pool, copse, meadow —
now a town hurls past to widow
all my thoughts of you.

Sun, shadow, leaf and grass
fade and wither: through the glass
I watch the sullen people pass —
and none of them is you.

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