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Every Night
the satchel lays under the bed, packed for size, just the essentials that later define a life, right now, well, just a bag with some assorted goods. Put me on a freight heading west and it suddenly, like the click-clack of the tracks, becomes everything we own in the world, leaving the rest behind. ~…
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Train Travel – Haibun Poem
Even a patch of moss will continue, tracks of departure might go on forever, representing time, indicating a place, perhaps a change, certainly challenges a person can decide upon with the next arrival … prepared, packed, purpose aware of time we decline moss softens the rail