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Saturday, November 20, 2010

Dreams of Steel









Grounded beside iron feet
I look up and through
crazy house of mirrors. 
The tunnel repeats support 
again and again
waiting for its reason 
for being. 
The trestle bridges valley 
and river anchoring
bluff to bluff where
brave men taunted death 
straddling 
someone else's blueprint dreams.  
This train I wait for 
comes speeding,
rumbling along
trust's thin, taut 
 high wire.  


2 comments:

Maureen said...

You have a good eye for framing.

And your poem is very good!

Shashi said...

Bautiful Verse... I enjoyed it so much..

Shashi
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