Train Tracks

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Sunday afternoon
Heat hazed tracks
Teasing mirages of escape along
Shimmering long black lines
She, no figment, but human form
In love
Sought in soft and tender touch
To provide escape
He, trust traumatised
Bewildered by survival
Perplexed by this thing called love
Escaped into leave-taking
He spoke into the phone
Down isolated lines
For in his mind
He’d left this blighted town
Years later, after walking
Straight, straight tracks
He found the courage

To jump tracks

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