Tracks

Great freight train,
King of the Tracks,
Rolling drums and coronet blast,
Fast away clamoring past in the night,
The crackling of crystalline water,
The crunching steps of the big buck's daughter,
Breath silent and bright,
Branches breaking up the shape
Of her moving body against the street light,
Is music enough for a soul to take flight.

by Valerie O'Rourke Kitts

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