Eyes Closed
Traffic: a dozen yards left,
A hundred yards behind,
Half a mile right;
Birds: sitting in the trees,
Sitting on the fence,
Chasing through the air;
An animal in the bushes,
A siren in the distance,
The wind in the shelter roof.
Suddenly the rail sings,
The tram rattles into the station,
I open my eyes.
France’s New Dictionary.
15 hours ago
2 comments:
I follow your journey and have been there before.
Thanks for visiting. I hope you continue to enjoy the small stones.
Bob
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