the history of railways
leading back to what?
to vanished platforms
designs in the mist
stairways into the clouds
vintage trunks bound
and delivered and lined
with green satin
the odd book of Latin
the Family Shakespeare
tears embedded in old garnets
and the heirlooms unwrapped
at the wrong destinations
let us study the timetables in the cold
where the fog is rising the sighs of the departing
the forlornest heart
times times Time the scars incurred
considering what went before
the illusory journeys back
the unexpected journey home
from vanished wars
into the infinitudes.
mary angela douglas 22 april 2017
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