A String of Trysts

The sun goes down on another day
Eventful, yes. Enjoyable, er, y-es...
I guess. For it rushed by, once more
while I looked the other way

and not for a pause did the day stay still.
Feeling, fully touching, watching from
a window sill; columns of events
Marching past; a lake, another lake

a mountain, a valley, a river ran fast
Enmasked; encasked; enbussed; enclasped;
A journey by train... ah, yet another journey
nothing new. Arrive at one, and leave at four

an endless string of trysts galore
Never a moment to play an encore.