Stacks of baskets
And the clacking
Of trains
On their tracks
Once well-loved
Made of decades
Old rags
I am sad
For a moment
That I travel
This life loving
All manner
Of thises and thats
Without knowing
Whose hands
Spent time crafting
These traps
And then
When I am through
I so rarely
Look back


Painting by Tom Mc Nemar

~ by April on October 4, 2019.

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