Hello

 

The moon over Quadra

Brings many thoughts to mind,

The travelling musicians

Here today gone tomorrow,

The Gypsyness of it all,

The short lived love affairs,

The uneasy ones

Dancing around and away

From commitment,

The painful memories

Like ruts in your heart,

The ride is always bumpy

Every time you travel there,

Of course the stillness

And the wonder of things,

The magic of your short Hello,

Seemingly crisp and empty

Yet quietly pulling

Boxcars and railcars

Of secrets and untold

Possibilities.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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