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Reka Jellema Reads J. Matthew Waters

new moon rising

we walked between the lake
and the rail yards
smoking cigarettes
and spitting on
century old ties
wondering if the midnight train
would arrive on time

it was a year ago tonight marshall
died on these very tracks
attempting to escape
his own restlessness
his dream of starting a
new life
in st louis or kansas city or santa fe
seemingly interrupted

we made a fire
like we always do
and sat in a circle
our voices as quiet as
stones skipping on water
our karma just a little off kilter
one of us asking rhetorically
why there is no moon

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