on the balcony outside my bedroom window
stands a lonely stranger.
the heels of italian shoes
click endlessly
as he paces the redwood planks.
he tips his fedora
in the direction of train’s distant hum
for he knows the pain
wrought by one locomotive’s whistle.
a mother’s frantic prayer
clothespins released from a panicking grip
splintered on hardwood
exciting the dogs
to the possibility of supper.
stunned amidst the chaos
he just couldn’t react.
the expressionless boy
a mere reflection of the stoic faces
on copper coins.
it is he
who haunts my sleep
singing the songs
of famished beasts
and moonlit copper coins
tossed hastily to trains.

Until next time, be kind to yourself. And each other.



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