(T)rain in the Distance

April showers

twice now this month

and we’re only three days in

    –not to mention

the onion snow

guaranteed

to make you cry.

 

Thunder

shoulders the heavy

lifting, furniture

looks better against

the far wall

upright

bass as the raindrops

plink against

the air conditioner,

grill, I’m itching to use.

 

And the train

bellows at the crossings

peals of its whistle

announcing its arrival

snow-capped gondolas

boxcars

I’m itching to use.

 

Finding flowers

along those Western routes.