A woman at a grave
Flowers in the field
A farm's reflection in a side mirror
Two pennies on a track
Two trains have stopped
Before their destinations
One points east, the other west
A cricket calls, another answers
A breeze ruffles the wheat heads
She stands between two tracks
The sun is gleaming, setting
across the iron backs
freight cars waiting to be told
stop and go - go and stop
She swears she sees him
Spinning under the signals
The wind blows in the ghosts
The whole world holds
Debbie Calverley
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