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How in heaven the old
How in heaven the old appears first
for the sake of recognition –
your gaunt frame and thinning hair,
the soft blue veins on the back of your hand.
We’ll need to be sure.
We’ll have to hear the little cough in your throat first,
before we’ll know we’re there.
The track died
In a field of cement
but the train,
who loved where it lied,
was heaven-sent
to see as he went
his wheels of steel turned to rubber
My flame disappears in a white, white sky
Said earthly good isn’t so good.
Some heaven doth give it the lie.
So close really / The helping hand
Up and down the ladder
He lifts the smudge
that clips our view
of heaven bright and blue.