#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon, in a Bloom.
Rack ...rack
The train station is full...and scheduled.
People have the ticket on hand.
Train rack...rack...to the land of the sand.
Old song...rack ...rack
rick...rick...rackety rack.
I wanna fly...
when I look to your eye.
You and I.
Train wings... fading on it's way .