shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Linda Knowlton Appel


Train Whistle

In the distance the train whistle sounds,
pulling me awake to chase it 'round
the long wide curve of the river, and down
the valley. With every blast of the whistle I count
another crossing, added miles; and then it is gone.

In the morning I almost feel the rails thrum
and the whistle call come, come, come.