Debora Short - Old Rails

Rare mid-winter sun-drenched warmth swirls
Within my afternoon, a moving song

Propelled along with achy, old knees
And a smiling spirit, freed at the last

From the confines of a torturous cold
The passageway, long sojourned by many

Re-gifted fortitude that takes me far
Not unlike turn of century citizens

Westward bound half –encased in past
Rural-ity and a delightful newness

Rumbling the length of rails, while young cardinals
Peak out from slim branches dappled in buds

Conveyances that tunnel under highways
Unsealing tiny streams of yesterday

March 9,2009
Cumberland Gap Tunnel

Debora Short

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