still night whispering
shatters the early dawn mist
like migrating geese
hot water boiling
awaiting the green tea leaves
with Spring almost gone
train platform hauntings
with steel wheels slipping goodbye
as past meets future
melting kisses bloom
for the new season’s coming
wet snow on my boot
humming car engines
like one hundred white horses
move Time without Space
with flat feet slapping
Love ran up the small rough hill
And dreamed of old friends
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Hey Buzz - didn't comment on this originally but I love these. I hope you're having a good trip so far; stay online.
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