The vagrant clouds hitch a ride
on an empty train car,
headed to Who Knows Where.
All they have is water and
backpacks containing rainbows.
Gale-force winds swirl
in overhead compartments;
the moon sighs
The stars sing three-part harmony
to the clack-clack-clack of the wheels.
Rain sheets the empty
seats, dust dissolves, the fresh air
holds its cool, damp breath
The station disappears…
a three-headed dragon
emerges
a broken rengay written with Barbara Leonhard and Melissa Lemay
published in Medusa's Kitchen
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