Sunday 3 September 2017

Cold



So many trains
all leading to distant December destinations
crammed full of strangers breathing
clouds against the windows’ glass
as they exhale their expectations

            Convinced we knew the future from what was
            afraid to confront the past in
            what we had
            become

But for the desperate promise to find
a summer unknown
we dismantled the track that would 
lead us back home

            No one remembered the snowstorm in
            the mountains
            how we yearned to crash
            to ride this shivering disappointment
            right down to its
            final gasp

When all aboard ride the night train alone
mark the passing of the time with the
falling of the
snow
No use in unpacking for tomorrow    
tomorrow is a thousand midnight
dreams of color
away

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