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.

Surf crashes,

          batters rock;

The train fades

          to imagination.

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

The text below is informational in nature only, and 
will reappear in many of my pieces, and can be ignored.
 
  
This is extra 'content' added at the end to fill space 
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take it upon itself to dictate to a writer how long 
their compositions should be.  I have numerous poems
 that are very short, and this piece of fluff-fill 
will appear at the end of each and every one of them.

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