Train Journey To The English Countryside

REPORTAGE HAIKU FROM KENT

Spring sunlight on wood,

blue sky lights way to temple—

thoughts stop, perfect peace.

Spring! Spring! Springtime now!

springtime, springt, sprin, spr, sp, s-

Cherry Blossom song,

Wooden bat, red ball

time, blue sky, green grass to test

our gentleman’s game.

Crooked grave stones stretch

in spring sunlight. Below earth,

dreams blend with the land.

Slow pace, relax and

closely watch everyone else—

countryside idyll.

Back to the city,
trade green pastures for brown brick—
shadow train journey

Phrenetic rumble,

train, train, thunder train, rush past-

London goes past fast.

Underworld caskets

hurtle souls via long black halls -

best not think too much.

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