the night air is cool where the wind lives

[sweetwater]

on branches mostly made of denim
in bright neon mustaches and curls
the road to tomorrow is awakened

the rest of us admired in fading lights
and round corners crossed at midnight
through long walks in a summer's town waiting

the train ride across the continent
where the night air is cool
where the wind lives

[Yejun]

on branches mostly made of denim
in bright neon mustaches and curls
the road to tomorrow is awakened

uh, this is great!

[hester_prynne]

Indeed I second Yejun's quoted verse...the whole poem is just really moving...
H

[sweetwater]

post structural for a post modern civilization

and tongue in cheek

thanks for the irony of your comments

[panta rhei]

words are lying down as
long night shadows
along hardened snowdrifts

the train i'm on is moving
across a beautiful landscape
of words and weed

on cold rails
along which only a wind
and my thoughts dare to wander