dried leaves

Rocked wood
Worn through polish
To bare
His baby sleep
Of old men
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Window sat
Hunched over bones
Swallowing another shot
Whisky stained night
Slurs into dawn
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Whiling away
The life he grew into
Freight train passenger
Thundered boxcar
Building fires
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He wakes
Another day
On rails of the long haul
Ever closer
To familiar sameness
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The collected yellow
Of dried leaves
His brittle bones
Still
In motion of spun earth