Winds
of the west
over the hills of the emerald setting sun
settle,
in whispers of transparent darkness...
evening cold
dissolves into the golden light and clear air
the slight pungence of engine smoke
thin
like the call of a flute
frost-bringing wind that ends the summer
tarries
in the gorges rock-borne warmth
the golden leaves of heat
in a September dew
sunset
the last wine of summer
an echo
bestilled
in the pine trees
glowing darkness
on the open fields
quietly sleeps
....the town...
on the station
the guardian of an ancient border
waits
..forgotten, like a servant...
at the foot of the great stone platform's
bed
the engineers wait.... some relaxed & some tense
trains
issued rings
to make onto the single track
of... the pass
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