thoughts from a train in late april
27.4.17
Smoky clouds on a speeding horizon
words left in fields and faltering barns,
sea glass water and washed out cornflower blue skies, like worn jeans tumbled in grass.
green seeping through, small bursts of life
chatter drowned by hissing tracks
swathed in sleep lulled by waves shifting over land in the process of rebirth,
shifting seasons, shifting sleep
rolling through sleepy towns, stuck in time, built up to the tracks
snippets of life witnessed in snapshots -
a pool filled with leaves
tire swing curled on the ground
forgotten, overgrown tree house
clothes line sagging, an undertow in the overgrown yard
white naked forest, starved arms reaching
twisting, chandelier earrings before mossy gowns and sun kissed crowns.
discarded dresses make up the forest floor,
layers of shed weight build oneself up, reach for the sun in a
long, dove grey horizon - pluck the sun like a lucky coin,
tuck it away for a day when it is needed
a reassuring weight in your pocket
YOU ARE READING
Eventide
Poesíaa little collection of the poems and prose that stuck, the ones I can't un-memorize. written at eventide. (Cover photo taken by me, please leave it where it is)