March 19, 2015

Hidden Tracks

I hear the call of a white lightning train
listen, she said, listen
an ear pressed close to a cold railroad track
listening, listening
vibrating thunder eclipsed in the rain

blinded by deluge obscuring the air
see, she said, see
standing to watch, stepping out of its way
seeing, seeing
long shadowed landscapes crossing her lair  

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