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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Train Stop Lovin' Part Two

With Spring the fog breaks,
The misty remains fall to the earth
Smote by the palest sunlight
The tracks become clear,
The path is no longer blurred by questions.

Long straights pointing South
(I knew it all along as I strode these Northern hills)
But suddenly the curve is upon me.
The redwoods beckon
And I have given my answer.


Michele said...


mme. bookling said...


i will console myself with a walk to get a sandwich with you.

mme. bookling said...

despite having a bad attitude, i want you to know that this writing is really good. a very apt and beautiful metaphor.

so, my rusty train-track soul, we've shared an awfully scenic ride.

i support everything in you. including the south part.

lulu said...

Wow, stunning.
Is it strange that I would love to inhabit this graveyard?!

happy trails to ya :)

Michaela Dawn said...

Rich in Color,
Rich in Love!


UmberDove said...

I love rust.

and this scenic ride is far from over.

Nancy*McKay said...

...a locomotive hauntingly beautiful...

MrsLittleJeans said...

lovely colors...words...I could see myself look through the carts and step over the tracks...

The Noisy Plume: said...

...and off you go:)