Saturday, April 14, 2012

The Train Tracks Girl

see-through dress, see-through skin
soundless feet, soundless heart

she walks down the train tracks

crusted mud feet, clean busted flip flops
wind pulled hair, flightless bird necklace

she stares down at the tracks

sun reflects off rails, backlights trees
dark swallows the beams, fills in the skyline

she feels vibrations down the tracks

keeps walking
keeps staring
keeps feeling

again

2 comments:

  1. Your talent with these poems is just wonderful.

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    1. Thanks, Angela. ^^ I feel as I go they're getting progressively worse (bad me, not leaving enough time for good poems) but this one didn't turn out too bad.

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