Take Heed (II)...

Five cars long,

not including Locomotive,
Silver Surfer
shaking Earth 
and rattling
railroad gravel
as Crows cry out,
"Twelve-Thirty,
bound for Derby",
yards behind,
in Slipstream's Embrace,
Iridescent,
almost Incandescent,
Black-Winged Honor Guard
under Chalk-Colored Blue Sky,
with Cotton Candy Clouds
turning into a Herd of
White Buffaloes,
grazing among the Azure Hues...

No small clue
to the Existence,
regret not your Resistance,
be glad you may still be saved...

Sept.26, 2015