Roundtrip Ticket de Rennes

Updated: Jan 8

When a train is stagnant,

I am breathless contained. When it moves I follow to reach any destination. I pass many scenes many greens, I pass the streetlight that is warm and still, reminding me of home. I let it settle like the fog on the lake. I admire the sunsets as a breath or pause,

where I let my body hang over the edge of the banister to rest my back and feet, to rest my eyes fixated on a moldy green that is the water. She may lean on my shoulder here, and I will accept it

only here as a sign of trust and meaning,


so far from that water

that the moon still controls in tide.

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