Friday, November 13, 2009

611. FIRE AT THE ENTRANCE

FIRE AT THE ENTRANCE
My heart blazed for aching.
Stern four-wheelers of fire
and steam, like a chugging
train my beat kept beating.
I could have set my watch
by the set I watched.
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It was all merely a
pencil line, once erased,
ghosted now, on a long-ago
dried and yellowed piece of paper.

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