Forever Farewell
The lock of auburn hair flipping one way
then another over his smooth forehead
bearing the proud visage of youth undaunted
by vistas only dimly perceived…
His portfolio cuts into his side at
the sweet whistle of the train
a train that will take him away ~
away from those sere plains o'er which
cattle and slaughterers yet rumble
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