Those Were

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Those were not distant places,
in the end they were close by–
hedged estates, empty but inside
lit up like carnivals or fires,
strict way stations where the trains
we waited for were not the ones
we took, beds we sat beside
to watch and wait the little hour
that’s always gone before it comes
because it always comes too soon.
I dream of you now in places
not places but pure time
as close and far away as
stars that seem to take all night
to slide across our sky, or the
muddy riverbanks that made us
that smelled like blood and tin
and deeper in that sense that you
belong someplace you’ll never see
or never see again.
Like the silence inside thunder
everything that lets you know
that dirt that grows is the same
as dirt that buries, that sorrows
we all bear, we bear alone,
things that can’t be mended
the way they’re always borne.

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altered image; original image from NOAA Photo Library http://www.photolib.noaa.gov/

2 thoughts on “Those Were

  1. This part made me cry: “the
    muddy riverbanks that made us
    that smelled like blood and tin
    and deeper in that sense that you
    belong someplace you’ll never see
    or never see again.”

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