Rail Squeal

doppler excavation

whining through leaves

graffiti station

an elation of shared scars

etched on boxcars

tin and art of story

on my skin

naturally given

air brush

and flickering

blue light filters

blinking the glass clean

and i warm my feet

in salted lavender tea

while your thoughts

find purchase

on the softer parts of me

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2019
The train runs past my balcony. I see it through the trees in the ravine. The sound is infinitely comforting and I enjoy foot baths with lavendar tea.