Looking out the window of the train,
the stretch of elevated track
lends a feeling of flying,
as if in slow motion,
across cityscapes
which seem almost
infinite...
full of
souls.
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Very nice...very descriptive in few words!
Posted by: Wendy Miller | 2016.08.17 at 08:16
I love this nonnet, and the inverted one from August 11. Many others are also wonderful, but those two stuck out for me among your recent posts. Hope you keep up the daily output of poems!
Posted by: Bob Gehrenbeck | 2016.08.17 at 21:46