Lake Shore Limited
Author
Magda N-W
@xan6ua
website:
xandua.com
People don't do this
take a train, alone, on purpose
carve out time, odd furrows
across this fractured land
they don't sit with themselves
watch winter lakes brittle crack
the cold sun rising slow
spindle trees and left-behinds
they think I'm mad or running
breath ash on a platform
window marked traced trail
but in this rhythm I find solace
in this movement I find home
take a train, alone, on purpose
carve out time, odd furrows
across this fractured land
they don't sit with themselves
watch winter lakes brittle crack
the cold sun rising slow
spindle trees and left-behinds
they think I'm mad or running
breath ash on a platform
window marked traced trail
but in this rhythm I find solace
in this movement I find home