Express Train

Mardelle Fortier

Almost instantly, the Memory brings me back

down shining rails to where I long to be.

We pass cold gray fields, so fast I can

barely feel them. Down the straight clear

tracks we flash. Steel Memory, in your

cushioned car I ride without a fear of rain.

Instantaneously, I look through this wide clean

window, I see so vividly: the sun

shining yellow-nearly-white as it did then.

Ocean, flying up to greet me, like a million

glowing flutes of rare champagne.

Memory, you bring back bliss—Special Unlimited train.