Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Helpless Goodbyes Comments
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Through a palm print is the view of a field where a ruined
Church fosters a tree. The sound of the train's wheels
Clicks as I stare at the tree centered within the old stone walls -
Its branches spraying leaves out of two arched windows,
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12/19/2025 12:31:28 AM # 1.0.0
The sun now pushes through the glass map of my last wave to her. A moment ago the conductor came into the carriage punching tickets - Now all I hear are the metal kisses of his punch through paper; the sound Connecting with the wheels of the train on the track that fades As I stare at the tree in the church in the field in my palm. Thanx for sharing with us