My Tandem Year – David Boyd
Rail sailing through seas of trees and trees
curtains filter particulate breeze
tin glass stirrings of black sweet tea
Bicycled elders clutch plastic bagged wares
water, beer, bread, and roadside bush finds
Muted through-wall chat blends harmonies of breath
track syncopations knock squeak and wheeze.
Night stop riven by announcer decree
Striped sock dances pendular above
Clocked in and out.
Yet not half way there
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