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Feb 2017
buffalo head cloud
rawhide drum
saline rollers at tantalus cross
ominous light
forms a short mile away
head lice
and peckers
tap the metal track

shovel train pings
the night quiet
moonlight
shines in
geometric form
arches and skiddles
and skirting reflections
a vast connection of
grand design

7 horns
at the passing
(oh that cold metal joy!)
stirring the blade
and ground cover
you better not turn old friend
just nod
and cut what you need

it’s a bitter run
on the winter line
(with the finest
of wheels
and runners)
hold tight
on the pulley
the canyon wires
are clipping

there’s a gateway
to the copper town
with a key held
by coveted few

you can spot the
riders in their
box cars
watching closely
at the chunnel’s
dark turn

we’d walk
the lines often
(and put an ear to the ground)
the mine town still
and tin barren
hidden treasures
and pocket *******
settled deep
in a stolid place
CK Baker
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CK Baker  Vancouver, BC
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