Things Poetic

 Tuesdays are for Travelling 'Beep beep' Thunderously interrupts my dreams, fighting goblins and cats, who won, I wondered Its Tuesday ....again Bags packed, again too much inside them Tickets bought, Why so expensive ? Taxi.....station....wait for that whooshing sound on the rails as the train approaches Stops, oops chime and into the next adventure please, please let me not sit next to a talker, or a big person...or anyone and off we go

 Florence Calls Train taking the weight across the space between here and Florence,  clickers clack, would have been the sound once, now its a swish, as the speed drags the excited faces from the built up city, across the green rolling hills (well, brown currently) through the hole in the earth pointed towards Paris sunlight flashes into the eyes, and the speed increases towards, once stopping, a quick rush to the eastern side and the next tav journey starts, via Germany to Florence art, culture food, wine autumn joy alone, and not lonely