new old apartment home
trains rolling past unknown
horns sounding mean and loud
of thundering iron horses
planes coming in low
wheels down for runway 2-0
wheels up on takeoff
45 degrees into the highway of sky
the creek down the street
flowing over where the rocks meet
surrounded by fallen leaves
on the bonny banks
midnight moon in the mist
through the window moonbeam kissed
window closed but feel a draft
pneumonia around the corner
not the nicest part of town
but a cathedral of heavenly sounds
I could spend my last days here
In fact, I think I will
