Boxcar
Whose voice lingers
among the gathered stones,
raised then lowered as if
to ensnare followers?
This is not the issue.
Nor should we speak of paper
shuddering in the wind
and the dense glare of shovels
in the night underfoot.
Pray that the road continues
beyond the next curve
or increment of time.
Trust in motion,
the reticence of trees.
“Boxcars” first appeared here in November 2015. It had been moldering in a folder for three decades when I uncovered it. I have no idea what originally sparked it.
O at the Edges 
I feel that way with a few poems—forgetting what sparked them to life. A few I don’t even remember writing, it’s a weird dissociation.
But I digress. This piece echos through the figurative imagery and it’s haunting to me in how you depict it. Such beautiful, mesmerizing work as always. ❤️
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I know! I’ve found a few that I don’t remember writing at all, which is rather disturbing. But I guess my hard drive can only store so much… 🙂
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