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Train station

a friend‘s goodbye

lets off stream

Clouds weep

the night fragmented

to street puddles

Tumbleweed

on tracks through the desert

finding the winds

Clouds rush

sunspots caught out

in the garden

Puppet show

I make eye contact

with their star

Waiting their turn

the quietness

of the string puppets

What the tea leaves tell

three months after

the last affair

Breathless heat

all the night tossed

dream to dream

Rolling on home

eyes closed in the train seats

with the moon

Old man‘s books

his pages turned

to paper lice