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Before I crossed the railroad tracks
I stopped to gather myself, to make sure I noticed the feeling of crossing when no train was coming.
I looked down the tracks for the ghost of River Phoenix.
Thoughts of my Mama Jo flew by, the tracks on the hill behind her house
Pennies my brother and I placed on the rails; we would wait, excited to see their fate.
On the other side of the tracks, I stopped again, to make sure I noticed how it felt to want to see something.
Something that would spark a spark if I sent you a picture.
What happened?
Or had nothing happened, and this is who you are?
On my walk the next day, I didn’t look for things to show you
I walked and looked for no one but me.
And I saw a chimpanzee painted on the side of a freight car, it must have been more than 10-feet tall.
I don’t know what the fuck that means.
I could have shown you things you’d never seen.
What did I manifest?
What did I couple to the goodness and light?
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