like a wave
the train kept coming
it's shadow
a thousand rhino
slashing forest
spraying gravel
you said something i could not hear
tears welling
in your eyes
reflecting
my silhouette
our world eclipsed.
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this is another attempt at image - although there is narrative which blurs the line somewhat. the space at the end of the poem is to allow the final line to linger - hopefully adding to the drama of the moment.
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