soundless feet, soundless heart
she walks down the train tracks
crusted mud feet, clean busted flip flops
wind pulled hair, flightless bird necklace
she stares down at the tracks
sun reflects off rails, backlights trees
dark swallows the beams, fills in the skyline
she feels vibrations down the tracks
keeps walking
keeps staring
keeps feeling
again
Your talent with these poems is just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Angela. ^^ I feel as I go they're getting progressively worse (bad me, not leaving enough time for good poems) but this one didn't turn out too bad.
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