The seat is hot on the train
I’m thinking about Palm leaves
and Rain
and salmon colored sunsets
shrinking behind blurred violets
shifting in the breeze–
And here I am sneezing
my immune system depleting
taking care of my growing baby
more clearly than myself
I’m second class now
A citizen of the past
I don’t matter too much anymore
But I know in my heart
the dances do
The dances we will dance together
Just us two
and sometimes Boris.
nightshiftsister 