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Poem Details
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| Title: | Final Stop |
| Author: | Scott Threlkeld |
| Date Submitted: | 11/25/2007 |
| Email: | scott_threlkeld@bellsouth.net |
| Poem: |
Outside looking in and out One horizon then Many horizons now Shape shifting targets move Moving and moving Teasing My bullet-train stands ill-at-ease Phasing between two worlds unseen Your eyes betray dismay Shuddering my wheels in shame Butterflies fill my chest Ensnared by tattered veils Standing between two worlds Holding this portal open Floating outside this carriage as Apparitions imagined Drift and whither I shout, Is that You! These eyes betray me, I cry Butterflies fill my sight Tickling my ego to flight Releasing my soul by chance As millions of wings depart This carriage door weeps and sighs Filling the sky with light... |