Night Train to Odessa

Night Train to Odessa

My berth was bottom

three others

 strolled in

They clamored
for places 
 for trip
to begin 

Window was open

could see

 birches

fly by

Thousands of trees

white trunks

tall

as the sky

Our train

slowed

for 

villages

the poor

went by

Russia's a big

country

multiple acres
 passed our eye

Sleep was uneven

 we rocked

and rolled

the noise

was clacking

clacking

like drum

roll
flying high

We came to Ukraine

wheat fields everywhere

Russia's "bread basket"

or so it was told

Michaella Lazarus
March 2, 2016