Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Being delivered

   The train's stopping wakes me.
   Weeds in the gully are white
   with the year's first snow.
   A lighted train goes
   slowly past absolutely empty.
   Also going to Fukuoka.

   I feel around in myself
   to see if I mind. Maybe
   I am lonely. It is hard
   to know. It could be
   hidden in familiarity.

Jack Gilbert
  Suddenly Adult

Mark Peter Drolet
West Texas

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