May 10, 2012

On The Tracks

An afternoon’s meadow-larking
A man wanders an old hay field
Wondering about old farm ways

Crossing to the surrounding woods
Spring bramble just still passable
Just through; rusty railroad tracks

Stepping out from the thicket
He surprises a young man
Casually walking the tracks

The older man smiles, nods hello
The younger does the same
Pleasantry off-setting uneasiness

The older man turns around
Goes back into the woods
Leaves the younger to his tracks

He ponders a bit about the young man
Wonders where exactly he was headed
Or, perhaps, what he was leaving behind

1 comment:

  1. I wonder what he is leaving behind.... sweet poem.


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