Emmy Appleseed

Our train rattles through the 
French countryside at dusk. 
Mist sprinkles the landscape 
as cobalt overtakes the magenta horizon.

Inside, we drink Bordeaux 
as we snack on baguettes & parmesan.
My hand rests on my forehead 
and sweat threatens to break my skin. 

Across the train compartment, 

Sarah looks at peace & adds
in the occasional comment.

She shows me the moon & I smile
for at this exact moment,
it strikes me as brie smooth as cream.