July 2, 2011

After the rain...(a coal train shimmies along the Flatirons)

it never was about love lost
but rather costs above the tides
above the rise of I dont remember
above where our ride seemed dismembered
above our unseen unseemly seams sewn status quo neatly
rowed with weeds I know love
often flowers with
when it lets go in the rain
in the dissipation
in the explained and
listened glisten of these rocks
who laugh with time
and cry short words
and held breaths
with our bent molecular deaths
parsing closer thinned
resigned to find and begin watching
all that we've let go of
after the rain

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