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After Long Journey
by MJ Moore
(after reading "End of Summer" by W. S. Merwin)
After long journey, the one we all know—
train wheels endlessly churning,
descending bottomless chasms,
clattering through smoke-filled tunnels—
the light is a surprise,
a thing distantly remembered.
The soft lemon-white glow like a hand
softly stroking our clutched hands,
a finger tracing a worry line,
reminding us to smile.
We remember now—we meant
to rise, stroll the birch forest.
Silver limbs bereft of leaves,
but clutching secret buds.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
MJ Moore lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her various incarnations have included technical writer and editor, grassroots environmental activist, first grade teacher, poet and flash fiction writer, wife, and mother. Strongly bicoastal, she thrives on salt air, wind and waves, but also loves mountains, deserts, forests and streams. Writing for her is a source of vision and joy.