134 So comes the tunnel

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Ken Greenman

I admire the moment of
suddenly sinking into
the dark tunnel.
We know its coming must come,
the when, exactly,
is the constant unknown.
So, our train speeds with such-
purpose
and the darkness comes
and we never see it coming.
The shock at the moment of
leaving the light
is the rush,
the ear popping
breath stopping
roar of a silver train
on a parallel track,
rumbling from darkness
into shinning.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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