Walt Whitman's Crystal Spring
bubbling from the sand
flowing all these years
touching many emotions
as did his poems
She's 3000 years old
I am fascinated
seeing her eyelashes
how beautiful
how delicate
Suddenly
the flame up of a match
my youth
has come
and gone
1
Train crossing
signals flashing
wheels clanging on rails
boxcars swaying side to side
followed by the end car
2
It's red strobe light flashing
disappears into the darkness
the spirit
of my Father
rides into the night
Strange night sounds
chilling calls
in the darkness
I feel my way
down an unknown path
