Brakeman slumps over the iron rail,
cold truth digging into his ribs
and graveyard air filling his lungs
Stoking a cigar with precious tinder
the ash floats down, a gray luna moth
kissing liquid silver of the river
Tattered hat removed by grimy hand
of three fingers, plus memories of more,
plume of smoke roiling the October air
Brakeman likes the quiet after the trains,
down by the bridge, his second home,
across from the graveyard.
Indigo sky, cold tips of wind, he thinks
Tonight I'll see her, the ghost holding
my heart, down by the Ohio
...Happy Halloween to one and all...
31 October 2010
Spirit Lamp
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Love this, too
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ReplyDelete"a gray luna moth
kissing liquid silver of the river"
Happy Halloween.
nice stuff!
ReplyDeletemmm i felt a shiver as i read that....liquid silver.....lovely
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