Of Course
it was a decade late,
the bullet train came
derailed by her slept self
doubt.
Time Tables re
turn
like pages of
Hope Central,
of course,
life station re
turn re
pair
rested rails, soothing hum
come home
Of
Course
All above and a
board,
now.
Hope re cycles,
Hope Really Rallies
Hope, Like Art, Is The Highest Purpose
Of Life's Perfect Central Station
Un derailed,
On Track,
On Point
Repeat, foundation strong,
rails straight and perfect and parallel,
Of Course.
| a perfect whole evening |
