This side of forbiddenBut they’re so stunning
The lines and the spaces
The movement imagined
I’m on the rails
walking,
one foot in front of the other
singing
one tune after another.
Fortunes are written
On wood so rotting
In gravel rectangles
The lifetimes realized
I’m on the trail
stalking
my feet in back of another
seeing
one time before my own.
--me strauss Letting me be
2 comments:
Your post made me remember the tracks in my home town. When I was a child, we were forbidden from playing there because drunks and gangbangers and all manner of perceived evil doers hung-out there. It was another way of saying *people whose lives weren't going anywhere.*
What irony.
Hi Dawn,
Worse than being from the wrong side of the tracks is playing on them. :)
Hanging around them meant hanging around nowhere. But being near railroad tracks with an imagination can also mean you have access to everywhere the tracks might take you and everyone who might arrive on them :)
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