Three Amish Girls

three Amish girls duck

into my dark train car

to retrieve their baggage

they stowed away in light

I sit-watching-as they fumble

within the pitch for their things

I turn on my meager iPhone 6’s

flashlight to offer them guidance

they eagerly thank me for the help

then I ask if they like poetry, why yes,

I hand them my colorful card as I tell them

I’m a poet, their smiles ignite ever brightly

james kenneth blaylock

11-20-19