Take A Separate Train Poem by Jeffrey SpahrSummers

(for Anna)
(Johannesburg to Cape Town)

The best of both worlds, they say
And it's true
The Blue Train is special,
Like a first kiss.

Picture a windowed mansion
Whisked brashly down the line
Tailing a quick ocean scent,
Sailing through the vineyards
Intent on a smooth ride.

But they'll hide you
(we both know they will)
On another train
As if to blame black pride
For your ties to this ripe country.
So your time must be spent
Sitting up a straight 24 hour ride
Unable to lay down for sleep,
Frustrated and hungry,
Keeping track of the reasons
Why you cannot ride with us.