It arrives in the station soon enough
but leaves faster than I anticipate.
It doesn’t wait. Doesn’t stop to ask
where it might invest or peer over
at a lot that looks good for building.

No, it flies out of here as fast as it comes.
And I, the conductor, have seen it so often.
Yet continue to believe it will remain,
let me rest by the geraniums.
Just a little, until it begins to bend away.

 

#### Poet’s Notes ####

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"Geraniums" Poem

“Geraniums” Poem

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