Thursday, August 21, 2014

MOVING



ON THE (RAIL) ROAD AGAIN
On the railroad tie where I stood watching the rails stretch out to become one, I saw a light rise in the distance. I didn’t mind so much when my mistake pasted me to its horn blowing face, I finally had become a part of something that was actually going somewhere. The sun is still hot, sexy hot, but it really doesn’t move me anymore.

© M Durfee
8.21.2014

8 comments:

  1. well the sun was smoking hot yesterday...and i love being by the tracks...they carry a lot of memory to me, growing up by them...not so much the being run over by a train...those cow catchers dont make for a comfortable ride

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  2. Stagnation kills. Frozen immobility kills. Anything is preferable to feeling alive again, even if it's death...

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  3. There was a reason our mothers told us to stay away from the tracks! With the title I thought maybe you were moving to a small town in the eastern part of the state...

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  4. It's the inertia thing - bodies in motion tend to stay in motion. Bodies that are still tend to stay still. And really, what's the point?

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  5. A part of Something going...where?

    The air here is thin and the air is hot. Sexy hot...not so sure about what that is. Don't you need humidity in order for hot air to be sexy? So just just plain old hot. Perhaps that is enough.

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  6. as long as y're NOT part of the train... having been run over... all's good :)

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  7. I hear the train up in the mountains--something about that sound always makes me stop and listen--mournful and brings back memories. The heat of August has broken a bit in the last few days but I see that the 90's are back for the next week. See sawing with the temps. I would like to be in the mountains listening to that train whistle.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...