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All Day the Trains Whistle



This morning my friend hopped
the union pacific heading south
while I thought
someday

The leaves falling thought
nothing at all

All day my  kitchen swayed like a fugitive.
All day a record played its moon-blue heart
and crows dropped mid-flight,
crows the size of sky.

Each one pulling the other
and the other pulling after it
the full freight of waiting waiting waiting

Posted 07/09/12
Published in Hubbub, Fall 2011
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