Sunday, August 2, 2015

train surfing France - the sonnet


T G V is a bullet train in France,
my ticket did not include a seat number.
so once more - where to sit was up to chance-
two cheats stole mine - lost theirs - who looked dumber?

I did because I then saw cheats everywhere-
that blindness made me twice as big a fool;
not just for time lost in a fool’s lair,
but nearly missing train surfing’s best school.

I’ve had good rides; Bejing to the Blue Line.
one twenty through France c’est tres magnifique,
Much finer than sitting looking quite fine;
body felt contours - the far better peak.

“Silly” you might say - many do and will,
nor never know is this more boast than skill.

jts 31 July 2015

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