From a backyard in Fair Haven, <br />Vermont, <br />a long, distant train whistle feels <br />like water sliced thin by my <br />all-day skipping <br />stone thoughts. My <br />restful, <br />lazy, <br />summertime, train-whistle thoughts that go <br />jumping and skimming and sinking <br />finally into starry night air <br />weightless. I exhale in-sync like <br />water <br /> on <br /> water. Like restful, <br />lazy after soft rain still lake-water. <br />Early morning, early night, long-fading, sweet train whistle <br /> evaporates <br /> time.<br /><br />Renee Marie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-on-water/
