UNEASE (DAY ONE)

i'm sitting by the river again
with the wind whirling dead leaves
and it makes them rattle against
the ground like horses at unease

the sun is so strong on my skin
though it is still only winter
and the dog at my feet's growling
as if it was an old computer

then the train takes off behind me
it's taking the first swing aloud
like hammers that make my ear ring
and i'm looking up at the clouds