Thursday, November 3, 2016

8816. HOW I HOLD

Not only to foretell the future, no,
but to see  -  just as well  -  the past.
That's how I hold my arms and eyes. 
In the rain, misty, white, I see the
coal train below me roll by. Like
a distant liege, something soft
and pure from another long day.

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