So Far Away and Closer Still

I counted all my lovers like railroad cars-
I counted them on my side.

I counted them all up and spilled them
Alongside the drive-
I’ll bury them all in the
Old house from the
Old town
Where I’ll still tell stories about him.

My tools are the big rusty nails cast from
The tracks.
Can it be that I’ve found the one in
One so late-young?
All call it odd, go on-
I’ll stop when my legs tire from the
Over-reaching leaps.

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