Poem By Max Reif
The train had come far toward its destination,
although the route was not the one he'd dreamed.
At first, yes: mountains, cities, oceans, friends.
Then, vast expanse of dusty, arid plains
connecting small, unmemorable stations
where strangers neither smiled nor spoke to him.
The rhythm of the wheels lulled him toward sleep,
his only wish, the tedious journey's end.