Two BrothersA Poem by Vesa Lee
The mystery of their march...
Two glossy ravens
patter along the rusted tracks.
melds with the metals reflected light.
long ago deserted.
dare not bend or rustle.
as the sickly sun sinks west.
slowly inks across the sky.
and press on forward.
never finished, left to rot.
returning to where they had come.
the melody of the tracks.
They march on.
© 2012 Vesa Lee
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Last Updated on September 8, 2012
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