Saturday, February 7, 2015

Dream Train

Photo by Kyla

I will wait.

I will collect these things:

roots blood leaves hours.

I will find succor in tomorrow's quiet mouth.

I will go south in spring

or west to Canada

and watch the woods emerge from ice.

Each night I will not call out

I will hush and wait.  Listen,

I  have long since packed day and night

in their separate suitcases

and put them on a long dream train

whose wheels chant

skin teeth hair tongue

Photo by Kyla

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