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Autumn dreaming
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| and there were those with us, or so it seemed | |
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now than ones from long ago, school days long gone in mists, wisps of steam, steam travel, hither, thither, economy class |
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then there were the two of us, there and you, sitting, watching |
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| as
the train went on, solstice bound through empty terrain, bare landscape, though nothing beyond those windows; it felt comfortable enough, |
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| and we were silently, talking with | |
| others,
quietly knowing apparent somethings in peace, this something, if only what seemed to be |
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| and leaving that carriage through stepwise groves | |
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dankness, lone platform arrived, scarcely remembered save grey walls maybe familiar, maybe not |
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people, Potemkin-like statuesque mutes, as if, as if ... and there, there, walking, I cried. |
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| Tears
came, and more, and more, I wept for being, for being there where I could weep in homecoming, a quiet of quiets, |
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| and I knew there was home here, featureless | |
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just
as I knew, this home in my heart,
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| October
23, 2001 Poems index |
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