it's so civilized.
we stand on the platform in our traveling clothes,
suitcases and umbrellas, a sheet of rain doesn't touch us,
our gaze disappears into the distance, squinting eastward from which
the train will emerge, pushing forward a
long whistle which will cause us to reach
down for our suitcases and handbags.
inside, we'll settle into blue plush seats,
twist off the cap of the small bottles of wine
and watch the spectacular scenery roll by.
this is America by train.