Snow Train
As the snow is
tidal in the trees,
consider the tracks
and the dark tons
asthmatic with steam,
cold as the moon`s slight
black as the stars are hidden,
perfect as a pulse of wheel;
dead crate of steel
that rests and waits
then moves by magic
quiet through the ice night.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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