To That Dismal Train Somewhere Near Banff
Forgotten, you settle into the earth,
naming stones for each destination missed –
Kamloops, Jasper, Lake Louise – which is worth
each open-mouthed coin laid on the rail, kissed
and reformed into altered currency
no longer capable of carrying
debt or a tourist’s sense of urgency,
only dying days and the wearying
plight of the unmoved. If vines caress your
body, who’s to blame for accepting their
advances? When green subsumes rust, deplore
that too, but enjoy the moments you share,
leaf on metal and glass, the raspy light
tonguing your throat through those long, whistling nights.
O at the Edges 
That’s lovely. After a couple of reads and puzzlement it dawned on me there is another Banff in the world, apart from the original (?) town here in Scotland…
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Thank you. This Banff is located in Alberta, Canada.
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A somewhat romantic “death” poem … gradually becoming one with surroundings …
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That fate somehow seems comforting, as does drifting in the thermals in ashen form.
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Beautiful writing, thanks for sharing
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Thanks very much! It’s a pleasure to share.
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