The oldness in
my legs
unfurls,
Its promises
lengths spent
along the Little Calumet.
That certain sound
Of trains
that makes a song.
The sills
of it
lifted
to my eyes.
Oh, I don't know. We'll see.
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About Me
- kev99sl
- Middle-aged, pipe-smoking idiot who used to think "adventure" meant smoking Cuban cigars and catching out on freight trains from his boyhood home of Riverdale, Illinois. (Now understands that true challenge lies in trying to explain to two [now three; can it really be three?] hell-raising little boys how Darth Vader is both a good-guy and a bad-guy in the context of Christ's grace.)
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