Friday, September 16, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 258: Train ix.



TRAIN

ix.

I remember the slate roofs clad in emerald moss
How fallen leaves were rain-pasted to the ground
How many inside-out umbrellas were caught in hedges
How loughs and skies shone platinum
How they danced all night
How they partied like there was no tomorrow


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  1. Béatrice MACHETSeptember 17, 2016 at 9:09 PM

    nice last line, like there was no tomorrow ... and yet...!!

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