Thursday, April 25, 2013

By the Railroad Tracks


By the Railroad Tracks


that I met him in a bar
we went home together
to remember
the texture of the leaves
under the moonlight

that I saw him again
when sparrows fell
in the dark
of night, we memorized
the hum of cicadas

that I missed him
his ocean and its foam
against the sky
that there were sparks
behind my eyes

that the rain was driven,
driven into the ground
beside the broken barn
by the railroad tracks
next to the sea

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