The train rushes past.
I can feel the air glide
As the cabin cars slide inches
From my face.
It's Death saying hello.
He's a very courteous spirit.
It's rare for him to take a person
Without fully introducing himself
Once or Twice
I, a poet,
Have learned to recognize
The little tips of his hat as he passes by,
Reminding all he is never far.
The cabin lurches under my feet.
Holding onto the seat,
I merely lean with the movement,
Upset for only a moment.
It's the Earth.
She says goodbye somewhat,
Reminding all who fly
Along the tracks
That there is ground to comeback to.
I find that Death and Earth
Work in tandem.
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