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Thursday, October 23, 2014

JOURNEY

The winter walk home from school
after wrestling practice started
in twilight, ended in darkness.

The long trudge along the steel tracks
made time for thought, sometimes
for dreams and prayers.

Lights from the occasional farmhouse
gave comfort, as did the dogs
who lived there, their barking
at the unseen invader of their territory
a reassurance of order in the universe.

There were nights when moonlight
made the rails ahead gleam
like two straight lines of cold fire
stretching into the distance, the future.

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