Monday, December 3, 2012

Central American Sketches Crossing Kansas By Train

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Foggy sky,
Misty trees,
Tall thin telephone poles,
Birds sit on wires
like connected dots,
Farm houses,
Closed doors,
Words knock
in mind,
with inspirations
unfold like umbrellas,
Moving bicycles under
raincoats,
bleeding
traffic lights,
Kansas Town
wet, muddy,
and quiet,
like the yawn
above
you delicate
gown...