Going back home.
the terminal funneling me forward.
fleeting days,
flat land like a mosaic.
the unalterable effigy following,
together toward frozen new england lakes,
at days end where the sea
meets the river,
you shall find me
singing the december snow.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
Going back home.
the terminal funneling me forward.
fleeting days,
flat land like a mosaic.
the unalterable effigy following,
together toward frozen new england lakes,
at days end where the sea
meets the river,
you shall find me
singing the december snow.
i get this feeling while waiting in that lonely bus station.
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