Train Whistles on the Way Out

not on the way in. Apparently
it announces departure not arrival.

Dogs don't make much of goodbye (unless
their humans fuss) but hello is occasion
for vast rejoicing and sloppy kisses.

I've never had a bird. Every parrot I've met
said hello if it said anything at all.

My car beeps when I walk away
and press lock on the remote—but when
I approach, it only blinks.

Mechanical hearts grasp grief
but animals are better at joy. Humans
must be a little of both.

--for Read Write Poem's NaPoWriMo prompt #29: headline
If you're curious the article is here.
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