Suitcases

Packed and stacked
Leather bindings stretch
Soon sounds of goodbye
Will be a memory to gather later
A welcome whistling pierces
Sending my ears a shattering thrill
Metal Dragon swirling in the mist of morning
Applies the brake as he rolls to a stop
Handsome iron wonder puffing on the tracks
Steam billows blowing rings
My hello suspended in the space
It takes to leap and reach that first step
Catch the motion of rails we’ll ride
Around the first bend I notice
I’ll be traveling lighter
I’m leaving the baggage behind

Denise Baxter Yoder
© 2017 photo and poem
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