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Zoetrope


When I lie back on my couch
I watch the sun hitting the top of trees
as the night train picks up speed
leaving town at 10.10 PM on 2nd July

I'm reminded of the rotating cylinder
of a Zoetrope;
an identical forest view flaring by,
lit by a late sun,
recently having lost its stature
of a Midnight Sun

The air
through the narrow ventilation window left open
causes a loud, banging noise
and a cool drift in the compartment

I inhabit the bottom bunk,
as the other traveler climbs
to the top,
the middle one left empty,
hooked up to the wall,
making this trip spacious enough

Anna is heading back to the farm
after driving me to the train depot,
coming back one time
'round the station corner
to whistle after me
and supply me with a last wave




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Publicerad 2020-07-07 10:16



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