New Tracks In Search
My ticket punched, my fares been paid,
the train sits waiting, rails now laid
My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
its light shines distant, truth aglow
My ticket punched, the past on hold,
the future scorned, the present bold
My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
—a heart to quench, new tracks in search
(Villanova Station: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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