Poem – Connections (David Russell)

Connections

Sheen caps ground rails

Soaking harsh sleepers

To rattle mud-flounced trains.

 

Drizzle dusts,

Grinding against itself,

Sparking the tracks’ sheen

With casual exasperation;

 

Blinding the gravel

Kicking in panic

Against the basalt of its being.

 

The lifeline

 

Brine polishes ground cliffs,

Moss-padded in their cavities,

The waves of muscle buffet,

Abrade the penciled rocks,

Cowl faces sleek stripped,

All fissures sharpen by default.

 

Will rises now

To override all masses;

 

The lifeline effects a junction.

 

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