A fabola post from my friend, the brain sparking poet and amazing artist Linda Baker-Cimini. You can enjoy more of her work (AND buy some to adorn your very own castle as I've done!) at her webdsite: www.Baker-Cimini.com.
He did not know which train
his thoughts had gotten lost on
so he sat in the station
as surely they were all
bound to come round again.
Then he began to wonder
if he would recognize them.
They might have grown beards
or had children or simply
passed away.
And there he sits today
as he does every day
lost in thought
awaiting imaginary trains.
He did not know which train
his thoughts had gotten lost on
so he sat in the station
as surely they were all
bound to come round again.
Then he began to wonder
if he would recognize them.
They might have grown beards
or had children or simply
passed away.
And there he sits today
as he does every day
lost in thought
awaiting imaginary trains.
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