Level Crossing
As all the pictures
speed past,
a monochrome classic
like a flash ***** of stale
groups at stage,
a round of prospective lookers
as I keyhole in my car, outside
this story-telling,
all these holes in cloth.
I am aside all this business,
this light snap,
the train now lost
in the purpose of direction.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2016
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