Saturday, January 14, 2012


a woman walking from her mailbox 
on a country road 
near the frayed railway crossing
sees the trees 
beneath bands of paling cloud
the swampwater pooling 
where red osiers light the way
she reads the letter down the years
she looks up
in the emptiness of leftover light
as our train passes on its way south
towards the first, pale season


  1. Very nice!

    This will teach me to look better at the world next we travel, I'm pretty sure I only saw the mailbox...

  2. I've been inspired by your adirondack train travels to do the same this spring. Can't wait!


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