The Train Pulls into the Station, a poem

by Katie Doherty

I know that the train has pulled into my destination, but I can’t help but stop to admire her beauty.

she stares into the leather bound book opened in her lap, completely absorbed. her coffee colored eyes glisten as they skim the yellowed pages. they glide across the words and her mind is taken into other worlds.

she cuts a striking figure against the ordinary people sitting beside her.

the doors open and a gust of wind blows through her copper colored hair, giving the illusion that her head has caught flame. her delicate hands smooth it back into place.

her confidence radiates throughout the car, and I can’t help but momentarily fall in love

 

Image Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Walton_with_Leicester_-_Peterborough_East_train_geograph-2791492-by-Ben-Brooksbank.jpg