THE JOURNEY

Flemish
Silhouettes
Of morning

Streetlamp halos
Adorning
Seriate lanes

Luxe headlights
Beam
On wet slick terrain

Smokestacks belching
Plumes of
Pale blue,
Gaseous fumes

Squelching howls
From the
port of Porto
from beneath
it's bows

Playmate of the seas

Wheels squeal
Rubber peels
As tires taxied
Past
The commonality
Of the shipyard

Zigzagging,
Undulating,
Lilliputian paths
Of stone
and
grass

Restrainting
Pretty me,
Rebellious you,
Recalcitrant he,
And they

From...

Crossing the babbling
Brook side
Where the
Goldfish polka
Down
The stream
In jittery,
Spirited play

We pass
The railways
Leviathan trains
That
Convoke into
Rigid queues
With
Steel clanging
Against
Steel

The skylarks
Concordant flight
With the trains'
velocity
is quite
a sight

Alas,
Much glee
In climax
Of
The many sights
And sounds
Along
The
Peaceful
Kankakee

Home
of
Reptilian entities
Thriving
In composites
of
Herbs, shrubs, and
trees

St. Peter's Basilica,
The Masterpiece
of
Michelangelo's
Conception of God
Adorns
The guilded
Chambers

Sojourn
With
The Courteous,
Algebraic,
Erasmus
Who banters
Tit for tat.


The journey
Ends.