Slow Train Coming (016)

Thursday September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

of mid-afternoon a high, a cold moon relinquishing, his predicament is a solstice brightness on a cold day of shadows faint along the strip breathing into

the slipstream, collar up, wind makes eyes weep, under clouds signals of distress blink into the evening a dynasty the tumble-down fall of the dull light of a plane landing 

& how long he can stand outside the circle

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