The train’s horn carries

The train’s horn carries

Upon the suburban calm

Miles from the shore

I often hear the train’s whistle miles away from the Edmonds shore. A few miles, up the hill, from Puget Sound. It actually delights me. Well, at times the intense quiet unnerves me. At my core, I’m an urbanite. 

Wednesday is done

The day rockets by

I never feel like I’ve completed

Enough

There’s always so very much

Left to do