Wednesday, April 04, 2012


What I wanted to say disappeared
shortly after the thought, like sun falling
onto railway tracks, the train still distant
schedule and speculation, the rails not yet
quivering the way they do just
before the warning gates descend and stop
all traffic for however long it takes
the lumbering train to pass and move
one mile closer to its destination.

But arrival is only one page in a book,
the journey everything.  Each stop is sunlight
falling on events, a smile, a look
at the schedule of upcoming events.

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