Quietly

Quietly Pass by in a haze The reins And sunsetting rails While trainyards coast With their cargo Into a million engulfed Lines of oil. The third rail Is aflame. In wide Tunnels Beneath Hot snow And tufts Of warm, Cottony soil. Transformation Is not revelation. Harvestman’s Oil suspended In lanterns On shepherds’ Hooks in theContinue reading “Quietly”

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