Stranded In Junee Poem by Jocelyn Freeman
Stranded In Junee
there’s an edge there
i can feel it
i can run my fingers along the contours of your conversation
and stumble with the jagged sighs
your soprano dreams
are flowing down the gully,
spilling like a waterfall on stone ground.
in-between the humdrum routine
baby eyes stare out
and you, gashed by a relentless lover
who left you floundering with hillbillies...
then jumped the midnight train
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