A distant train
It won’t go back.
Bellows in spurts.
A church bell, afar, peals,
graces space with the amazing.
Cardinal chats his chipper chirp
Front-porch chimes cling-clang.
As dancers they swoop, then sway.
signals are clear.
Could you outline it all for me
like footprints in fallen snow?
Show me. Tell me. I’m listening.
Which way, which way do I go?