Time bend or The Railroad Goes

The Railroad Goes ...

Time bend or The Railroad Goes

Miss the bits of you-

blue smoke drifting

parenthetical arcs

around your words -

Miss all you turned

  my head to see 

waiting

until I saw -

the flat calm

of a lake at sunrise  - 

the brilliant flash 

of a jay's cocked eye - 

watching -

all of it -

leaks 

in the solid

temple that was you - 

left

I swing 

between each sense

of you - off track - 

your smoke trailing over the

horizon - as you clatter off

heading toward an unseen

curve - a dip -an ultimate

 vanishment-

until then -

I miss the bits and 

hold the smoke ...

The Sunday Whirl