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I wrote this while riding west on the Canadian through northern Ontario, watching abandoned buildings slipping past and thinking of the workers building the line.
Rolling down the silver bloodstream backbone
Sliding through nitroglycerine passages this train
Chases the husks of my history
Thrusts them forward then tears them away
See this now this now this now...
These ghosts are formed of peeling paint
Of distances so terrible they feel like a challenge
Of wasted work and worthy effort
Of crafted ambition and lonely visions.
That I choose the way that leads through the rocks
That runs over the bones of the hands
Like the train whistle reveals too much.
Comment sent by Donald on 2009-07-25 @ 1:28
My God Sara. I have tears in my eyes. Very moving poetry I'd say.
*Planning a trip on the Canadian in near future. Wanted some personal insights. Many, many thanks for yours, they were most convincing.
Comment sent by Sara on 2009-07-25 @ 21:35
Thanks for the kind words, Donald. I hope you get to take that trip soon.