wind stirs the slumbering Han heading southbound
you can almost hear the thunder of a distant train
moving slowly behind a heavy mixing engine
boxcars passing as clouds thicken above
and shadows they are lifted off of you
why haven't the egrets returned yet
to catch the fries and return to nest
soon the assurance of autumn on tropical terrain
will draw them back to wade in
as rippled water round vacant turtle stones
blow you bold-faced northers
circulate the primal airs you've come to recover
push us along to the next song of merriment
as drunken work crews cut you down to the sediment
and beauty of forward life this season has begun
9-11-14
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