“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

11.05.2011

friday afternoon, hopin' that the train is on time


it is easy to tell where the babies are buried. the flowers are so close together hugging the small spaces and reaching for the sky, the petals like tiny arms flying away. i pass through the cemetery avoiding this area, not looking too closely; heartbreak is just a breath away if you stand too close.  i am singing one toke over the line sweet jesus, one toke over the line . . . their souls are just as big as mine and they are flown away . . . sitting downtown in a railway station . . . later i turn left on confederate avenue, one toke over the line, stopped by the union pacific as i start to climb the hill.  there is just this train and me, and soon a truck on the other side, waiting, and then the train too is gone and i buy tacos and sit in the jeep writing, sit in the sun, waiting for the train that goes home, sweet mary . . . 

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10 comments:

  1. Wow! you definitely have a way with words. words don't come easily to weave a story such as this, but it is beautiful.

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  2. the petals like tiny arms flying away... tears in my eyes right then. this touched me so deeply and i haven't yet figured out why. but, oh my. i feel like i watched an entire movie while reading this paragraph. oh my.

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  3. ditto to the offerings of mrs mediocrity. your words often bring tears to my eyes. sometimes i know why, sometimes i don't. but we are moved...none the less.
    oh my, is right.
    really. oh my.
    Tilda

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  4. So poignant - how you've describe the babies. You have such a gift with words!!

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  5. adversity becomes you, darlin'.

    becomes. you.
    xxoo

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  6. i feel your heart right through the words...

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  7. Beautiful, and that song by Brewer and Shipley is one of my favorites ever. . .

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  8. I just wrote all about not marathoning when it comes to keeping up with my favourite blogs.
    I can't not.
    Not when I am here. I have to read every single one...every post.
    I may do it in smaller pieces, but I will not miss a single one. I can't.

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