on the train

as she tunnels
home, over bridges
and water, through
the underground
carved out below
the trees, and land,
and the flicker
of sun, rains
into the empty cars
where she leans
on the warm seat,
she dreams of sleep,
of love, of
mornings, when she
isn't on the train
with a roll of wheels
below her, the steel
rails glistening
with sparks and shine
and heated bends
towards home.