Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Give me the train
Give me control,
Even some
Just enough
To run out on those beams
Of oak wood
Driftwood
And stand there
Roar in my face
And rumble beneath me
Until I am flying above it
With wings
And a smile.


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  1. UnknownAugust 11, 2012 at 11:29 AM

    Awesome poem. You have a knack for free verse:-) Do you like e e cummings?

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