Blue Lines
Last night was cloudy and free of worriesYet I’m aching like nearly every clear morning I see jagged yellows across the skiesCovered by smooth blue lines I hear the birds from outside: my ears perk up when they singThey sound beautiful, but the train will be here soon So much noise and riskYou mustn’t be on its tracks or mustn’t miss it Some days after the train passes I sleepI hate that I do this;…