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railroad tie series by tom clausen

walking the tracks
my thoughts
go nowhere…

after the train
looking in the ballast
for the penny

Poems And Photos

The Road

Picking gnats off my breasts
Cleaning Popsicle 
drips from your lips

The smell of burning charcoal filling
The fresh mountain air,
The desert creosote,

Embracing our lungs,
The Midwestern nothingness
Laughing. 216 more words
Poetry