Black Train

Like a picture in a black frame, she boarded the train

In one step as the sun set behind the town.  While dots on dice

Flashed on tables, she admired her dressy black sandals and

knew she was ready.

Remembering a painting, “Darkness to Light,” she had hope

For her life again.

The train roared under a black night sky whose stars sparkled

With increasing brightness on her way out of town.

Headed for home, she closed her eyes.


 

 

 

 

(c) October 2011, Robin Lawrimore

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