hazy days

diffused rays on a lazy summer sun day bathe the world in sepia tones that soothe and deceptively calm the gaze that belies the voracious cause until i breathe deeply and choke on a thousand embers ashy haze of trees and houses and wildflowers
turned to blackened
dust and clogs the
lungs with never-
mores and can-
not-bes until i
shut the door and
pray for autumn
rains to clean the
air and wash the
last summer days
into falling mist

when the train whistle blows

 he never saw it coming though

it's hard to believe something

that big could sneak up on any

one person clearly following a

seemingly straight path while

some argue he must have heard

the warnings here and there as

everyone knows what happens if

you make that crossing yet it

must have surprised him because

he never flinched and those that

know him attest to his cautious

concern for all matters related

to health and safety so he would

hardly have been one to neglect

so crucial a moment as his last

but that is ironically the tone

set by many as they rush to and

fro ignoring the inevitable or

rather trying to avoid it at all

costs when perhaps better spent

the life that looks the beam of

eternity right in the eye and is

ready when the train whistle blows