we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm
hours drift lulling with common motion
landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving
Reggio Calabria
By pdlyons
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Posted in ghost poems, old songs, ruff
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Also tagged italy, north, pdlyonspoetryproject, photography, poetry, railroad, Reggio Calabria, rome, train
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we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm
hours drift lulling with common motion
landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving
Reggio Calabria
By pdlyons
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Posted in ghost poems, old songs, ruff
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Also tagged italy, north, pdlyonspoetryproject, photography, poetry, railroad, Reggio Calabria, rome, train
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there was no one who knew her
only hungry tired wanderers
following the track
empty bellies crying children
working up a courage
that would allow
a slow steady striping away
of all the beautiful dead woman owned
rings to stockings
eventually undergarments
gentle unhitch slipped bra
breathless shimmy panty lace
until nothing left
except the buzz of returning flies
we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm
hours drift lulling with common motion
landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving
Reggio Calabria