train whistles at night
haunting the dreams of many
calling some to work
train whistles at night
haunting the dreams of many
calling some to work
in the dark
cultivating
the other senses
gazing through the fence
deer chews on winter stubbles
rush hour flows headlong
the scent of lilies
permeating the chapel
hope is not too late
the tops of buildings
shrouded in secretive fog
government shutdown