RailsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoRails Hemingway's pachyderms might have colored the hills barren, my elephant in the room is vague gray scattered sorrow the weight the sun shielded memories are pack animals Napoleon's troops are my tears over the landscape I miss seeing you through the glass as the train leaves the station and the conductor checks my heart for verification that I did pay for a window seat. erin--cilberto 2/16/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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15 Reviews Added on February 24, 2022 Last Updated on February 26, 2022 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more.. |

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