The End

is where I put it

in wordy wordiness,

Walter

A Train Ride That Abruptly Ends Before the End Where It Begins

An engineer, in a fit, affixed his wrench in the engine bench.
A timid dentist, with a twist of wrist, wrenched the wrench free.
But a fleck of lint on the dentist’s wrist made a few fingers flick
which sent the wrench flung out the window.

The dentist’s eyes went wide.
The engineer’s brows frowned. 
The world slowed frame by frame.
The wrench 
flipped
and 
twirled
and 
winked
and
spun,
laughing 
at 
the joke 
he’d 
done.

Then a wonderful hand wearing a pearl wrist band
sprung out from a car of passengers,
and gripped the wrench in cerulean nail extensions.

The engineer pulled the breaks and, with the dentist, went
to wrench his wrench from those cerulean nail extensions.

But, to his surprise, the hand attached to eyes which with his locked.
An energy passed between and down the wrench went, dropped.

They both forgot the tool and blubbered like fools
as the dentist retrieved the wrench 
and returned it to the engine bench.