TRAIN RIDE ROMANTIC

I am near tears with the touching sweetness of spring, 
as I ride the train each way to Sacramento, past the
mess of forgotten backyards and tramp's camps, and
evacuated industries crumbling under great green weeds.
I missed the mid-day train and had to take the early evening
as the sun slants its golden light to make everything seem
that much more magical. How is it that I am always so swept
off my feet on public transport. A funny place for religious
salvation,  but I'll take it where it comes. As I rescue a 6
year-old chubby  black boy, who can't take the first step
onto the scary escalator, til I grabbed his hand and coax
him past the gap both on and off.
Another little love story between here and there.