As I walked out this morning
loneliness crashing down like
a pendulum swinging a wrecking
ball of time with leaves falling
all around as if in a song who
called the tune as picture
postcards stream by in a rear
view mirror like busted ties
on the railroad tracks of mind
that stop for no one and knocks
on desolate doors and other places
of the heart blown open by love
and loss as the sound of creaking
floor boards beat like keyless
clocks that only chime at night
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