Train Stop Lovin' Part Two
UmberDove
With Spring the fog breaks,
The misty remains fall to the earth
Smote by the palest sunlight
The tracks become clear,
The path is no longer blurred by questions.
Long straights pointing South
(I knew it all along as I strode these Northern hills)
But suddenly the curve is upon me.
The redwoods beckon
And I have given my answer.