Long Walk
After the rain I walk on old train tracks
the air is damp, my breath is deep
cedars glisten in the gray sky
Along these tracks I feel no fear
the old trains stopped long ago
Sea
Secrets,
like stowaways on a ship
I can't speak their names, nor say where they are
Their destination like a distant shore is mine alone
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1 month ago
1 comment:
I am enjoying my visit here.
I really like the layers of meaning I can sense in these two.
"the old trains stopped long ago"
Nice writing.
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