Monday, July 22, 2013

Train Tracks


Sunday afternoon
Heat hazed tracks
Teasing mirages of escape along
Shimmering long black lines

She, no figment, but human form
In love
Sought in soft and tender touch
To provide escape

He, trust traumatised
Bewildered by survival
Perplexed by this thing called love
Escaped into leave-taking

He spoke into the phone
Down isolated lines
For in his mind
He’d left this blighted town

Years later, after walking
Straight, straight tracks
He found the courage

To jump tracks

2 comments:

  1. In a small way it reminded me of my story 'The Stranger'. So often we look back and wonder what may have happened if we'd had the courage.

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    1. Yes, first girlfriend, small country town in Victoria and empty train tracks! memories!

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