The sky
The seas are my railroad
The wind
A wailing tree a grass a power line
A song
A crow
A gull lighting a gray dawn
& rain
Patting & running they are my railroad
&
Breath
A fog
On the street in front of my window
Near
The
Bending in Aprils
But
Still
But
Still
Yes
Wafts & wafts & wafts of French vanilla on the air
- -
My railroad