Sunday, November 17, 2013

November Poem-A-Day 14

Rail Against Racism

On the Frankston Line
you didn’t have to pay
an exorbitant fare for
wasted fuel. You just
had to sit in your seat
and let the joy of life
in music and dance make
your feet tap, your hands
clap, and your heart sing
along. It was a ticket
to Frankston; it was a
ride of a lifetime; it was
a journey to a New World.

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