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have you ever sat by the railroad track

and watched the emptys cuming back?

lumbering along with a groan and a whine,

smoke strung out in a long gray line

belched from the panting injun’s stack –

just emptys cuming back.


i have – and to me the emptys seem

like dreams i sometimes dream –

of a girl – or munney – or maybe fame –

my dreams have all returned the same,

swinging along the homebound track –

just emptys cuming back.

 ~ Angelo de Ponciano

(A pondering old poem I wanted to share . . .)