Monday, April 27, 2015

6661. NIGHT TRAIN TO HARRISON

NIGHT TRAIN TO HARRISON
This long darkness seems like a tunnel; the day
drags itself out to a running blur. My own mind
now, seems a cartoon. Trees too thin to hide
behind, yet I do it anyway. I want to remember
Summers past, but there's nothing left at all.
I am cinder, I am ash. 

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