RAILSPACK HEIGHTS
Railspack Heights, the place where the strivers
live, bounded by jazz and calypso. An
unseen mix to be sure, but one more than
worth seeing up close. Doves on the
blanket. Small fish served on bread.
-
We sat back and thought about where
we were. Along the riverbank, where
the mud was still shiny, the limbs and
broken branches of last week's flooding
hung haphazardly over the grasses.
-
I have thought about little else since.
Red wine, spilling like blood,
over the edge of the glass.
Railspack Heights, the place where the strivers
live, bounded by jazz and calypso. An
unseen mix to be sure, but one more than
worth seeing up close. Doves on the
blanket. Small fish served on bread.
-
We sat back and thought about where
we were. Along the riverbank, where
the mud was still shiny, the limbs and
broken branches of last week's flooding
hung haphazardly over the grasses.
-
I have thought about little else since.
Red wine, spilling like blood,
over the edge of the glass.
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