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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Trains

photo by Susie Clevenger

The trains roll in
the trains roll out
and that's the way life works
Mama says 
stay off the tracks
or you'll get yourself hurt

The whistle blows
the whistle fades
You left at half past two
I waited at the station but
you wouldn't take me with you

The tracks brought you
into this town
and you left on the train
You gave me fifty dollars
and I never learned your name.