This Train

This train, two engines and lots of passenger cars, groaning up Cuesta Grade, heading north out of San Luis Obispo, passing in and out of tunnels, curving through the lush landscape high above, up the mountain, completely immersed in green, this train and its vibrations take me in the only direction that matters to my wanderlust imagination - away.

by Grant House

Comments (1)

I like this poem, but it lacks closure.