dead man’s handle

we found a bridge
in the middle of the woods
a branch line, you said,
well it is now
kicking the roots
that hoop the ground instead of ties
I took some pics of the old brick parapet
rolling with ivy, not steam,
a ballast of leaves beneath our boots
as we stopped at the top to look around
imagine! you were high up then
and moving so fast
what would you think
if, in some unexpected stop
you could climb down
and look with us, here, in the wood
would you see where the apple core landedIMG_6633
you chucked through the window?
(it grew, you know. it grew)
tell me – what would you do?
to see the train and everything else
had suddenly pulled away, and moved on
and the bridge was still there
but the tracks had all gone

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