One-way Ticket (new title) final...

[brynmawr1]

The low whistle
of the early train 
leaving wakes me
 
on the hard side
of dreaming for
sounds of return.
 
Under porch shadows
a dog's begging
to be let back in.
 
Covers tugged
to my chin, I listen
as doves barter for love.
 
My feet search
the chill settling
each for the other.

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I'm calling it!  We've all spent too much time on this one.  Though I really appreciate everyone's efforts and I like the result.  Thanks.
Bryn

The low whistle
of the early train 
leaving me awake
 
on the hard side
of dreaming for
the sound of return.
 
Down in the valley
a dog barks
to be let back in.
 
Covers tugged
to my chin, I listen
to birds barter for love.
 
My feet searching
the chill settle
each for the other.

It’s cold here
but it shouldn't be
in mid-May.
 
The low whistle
of the early train leaving
wakes me in the dim light.

In the distance
a dog cries begging
to be let back in.
 
Covers tugged tight
to my chin, I listen
to birds barter for love.
 
My feet searching
the chill only to settle
each for the other.

Twenty-five years
it would have been
mid-May.

It’s cold here
and it shouldn’t be
in mid-May.
 
The first bird chitters
my defeated sleep
in the dim light.
The grey before dawn
 
builds the chorus one by one
calling for the rising sun
to bring a day I don’t want begun.
 
Covers tugged tight
to my chin, I listen
to birds barter for love.
 
My feet search within
the empty chill having to settle
each for the other.

It’s cold here
and it shouldn’t be
in mid-May.
 
The first bird chitters
a defeated sleep
in the dim light.
The grey before dawn
 
builds the chorus one by one
calling for the rising sun
to bring a day I don’t want begun.
 
Covers tugged tight
to my chin, I listen
to birds barter for love.
 
My feet search within
the chill only to settle
each for the other.
 
It’s cold here.
It didn’t used to be
in mid-May.