Wednesday, October 18, 2017

trains

again . . 2:15
still
black dome of night
awake 
a train 
echoes 
a choir, a roar, a thunder
fortissimo to allargando
rolling
east to west
beneath a Libra moon
shining into fierceness
present
pausing
on this edge of autumn
on this dusty land that smells of golden
cooling ....
cooling
2:22

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