Tram Thoughts








As the tram light races along the track towards me,

The morning wraps its autumn chill around me:

I draw comfort from the little things –

My breath; a couple’s kiss;

A child’s questioning of a weary granddad,

enlivened, reawakened in his life by this, such youth.

As the tram passes on into the city,

Its bobbing on the tracks, my lullaby,

I feel the weighty eye-lids that I fight,

the chance to float away again consigned to night,

I persevere, with beauty all around…

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