On the train again.
I’m sitting here on the train again.
Headed for the city again.
Maybe I’ll read or write some poetry again.
Don’t know what made me connect the two
but this poem was inspired by the fact
that the train was actually one minute early.
Train ride provided subject matter again.
And I spend too much time
staring out windows again
thinking about poems
I should be writing instead.
I make a transfer at Jamaica again.
A seat on the crowded connecting train
inspires me to write this poem down
Now I have another train poem.
Lately I’ve been stuck on
trains, rain, and porches
as far as subject matter goes.
This train ride inspired me to realize
I really need to get off those subjects
and find something new.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem