a railway trackside
is planted with cabbage
at dusk it kind of looks like
heads growing on veggie patches
i imagine it’s the business strategy
of the railroad administration
they cultivate new passengers
from the severed parts of train victims
i pull down the shade, turn on the light
a conductor knocks at the door
she asks if i want a cup of tea
yes, please, without sugar
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2020
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However, the last para could be improved on, may be the railway employee would ask if you’d like some sandwiches with cabbage!
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That’s an excellent suggestion, Shaily, and would indeed give the poem some more closure! 😉
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Thank you! Beheaded cabbages on menu
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Scary. Alas, I would refrain from train travel here on. I can’t get the picture of heads out of my head.
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Yes, it’s quite a macabre mental image, that’s for sure!
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ha! really painted the picture for us, nice.
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We try our best. So glad you liked it! 😀
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Business is business.
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And the world rolls on…
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Yep.
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