We stood at the back door
of the shop in the night air
while a line of box cars
of soured wheat and pop bottles
...
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enjoyed reading this...a flowing set of rugged images from an earlier age...nice work Mr. Levine. -Tailor
Past and present, birth and death, dreams and despairs, all flowing together, upon the train of time, into the future, of who-knows-what.... beautiful poetry, this is.