Train Window

My dying mother
loves watching television
with the sound off.

The TV becomes a train window–
compressing life into fast snippets,
bite sized kibbles,
infusing the moment
like lavender in old black tea.

She laughs at it,
points out things I can’t see,
reads the news crawler proudly
the way she used to read signs
on the highway out loud
driving everyone else
in the car crazy.

The TV highway goes
wherever she wants it to go
past president Obama’s son
and the car with bright feathers,
the endless river of bright words
never fails to amuse her.

–Burl Whitman

2 responses to “Train Window

  1. love your analogy to tv as a train window ..

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