| | in a dream i walked the tracks
with someone i had never met.
(because you can't be alone on a journey
like that.)
the trains went by and the smoke
billowed black.
we'd camp that night;
we carried packs.
just a jacket on my shoulder
and a bag at my back.
(because you travel light
on a journey like that.)
everyone else
took the bus.
those who travel best--travel light.
even through the night
when the sky
billows black. |
| | Posted 8/27/2006 12:03 AM - 19 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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