Tracks Into Time
Settling into the sea,
the sun darkens the water;
shadows the rocks.
Around the bend
upon the ledge,
Ghost train appears,
chuffing clouds that blend to sky.
The train fades
And the whistle blows
an eerie silent chord,
In tribute to
a memory that never was.
© 3-19-96 C. E. Carl
© 5-15-10 C.E. (Carl) Elias
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