Steel On Steel
A faint breath
rising,
and just as soon sinking;
the morning train
from Haparanda
swiftly passing
down there in the brushwood
that hides the rail
on the far side
of the horses' meadow;
a moment
passing
in a moment,
painted with steel on steel
and a certain velocity
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin

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Written on 2024-09-25 at 11:21




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