WHISTLING TRAIN

Your train poem reminds me

of a small village with population explosion
compared to its inmates and space

A train always passed by
whistling daily at 4.15 a.m.

Then it was too early
to wake up
too late to go back to sleep
what else could couples do
your guess is as good as mine

Such is the expansiveness of imagery
related to whistling
now by trains only

lovely population grew up
silently