07 March 2011

Aerie, Night and Wind

Wind scrubbing the walls,
Train echoes along the river;
Departing voices
Posted by Irish Gumbo at 12:01 AM
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4 comments:

  1. That Janie GirlMarch 7, 2011 at 1:04 AM

    I can hear the wind. The echoes. The voices.

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  2. Tess KincaidMarch 7, 2011 at 3:27 PM

    In the winter, when the forest is leafless, I can hear the mournful 3:30 train as it whistles across the tracks at the Linworth crossing.

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  3. flutterMarch 7, 2011 at 10:35 PM

    that's lovely, whispered sentiments on passing breezes

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  4. LeslieJune 26, 2011 at 9:06 AM

    That's the thing about trains. Some depart. Some arrive.

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