your gold for coal?
You don't need to be seen
The weeds proliferate pink blossoms
next to the train tracks. Let them bloom.
Follow the signposts and know
there is help along the way.
Plus a little trust in goodness,
and that wisdom will sort out in the end.
Truth always prevails, eventually.
Who else knows, who we don't know?
Bless the courageous misfits.
The train ends when you arrive.
Mind the gap.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019