Without a purpose ( On a moving train )

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On a summer afternoon,
I look out of the window
of a moving train
and watch the white clouds
float in a deep blue sky -
without a purpose , I presume .

And then rest my eyes
on green fields
studded with tractors
and combines ;

Even an airplane
and numerous windmills,
tanning in the summer sun,
when the wind is vacationing .

As we ride fast,
swifter fly my thoughts,
for soon I am weary
of playing a fascinated child ;

So with half closed eyes,
I send the thoughts
probing the distant past ;

when one darts,
like a misguided missile,
or
better,
manouvered by wishful thinking ,
into the future,
to return to the present,
without a broken barrier,
( but all its ribs ! ),
when the train comes to a jolty stop .

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Missouri
23 July 1957

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