Nothing But a Blur From a Bullet Train

Wearing a halo of mist
Glowing pink and purple in the afternoon light
Sprawling from a hub, they gave way to patches of green
The wine-colored country unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms
And our travel kinks floated away
As we stroked, the sunrise and stained the lake a hazy pink

And the jade tree green rivers
And the apple trees
And the thoughts of wearing our sunscreen and evergreens
Are layered like feathers at your feet

Nothing but a blur from a bullet train
A picturesque, old tea house with a carp pond
As we trundled out of the tunnel
As we trundled out of the tunnel



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt F. Wagner
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