'Quiescent'

[Listening to: J.Tillman]

And along derelict houses, dilapidated and flooded within,
he walked quietly; and careful.
Tall stalks of wild grass sway from being grazed by winds;
almost whispering.

He has come to recognize these soft, old places,
where moments stretch, and memories return: like floods
or recognition of light.
Sometimes by the side of the railway tracks he stalls his crossing,
to wait and listen,
and receives the one and same nothing, again and again.

There are too many roads in the town where he stays;
too many roads where he could never say, "Goodbye."
And sometimes to a standstill,
these thoughts take him.
And take him still, they do..

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