heading home
and missed my stop.
i didn't hear the whistle,
i didn't hear
the conductor's voice,
i didn't hear the wheels come
to a halt.,
the bustle of passengers
departing.
i was asleep,
sound asleep. the kind of sleep
i used to have when i was a child
in
northern Spain,
the sky ceruleasn..
the Pyrenees off
in the distance
like thoughts waiting
their turn.
when i awoke, i smiled.
not knowing
where i was or how i would
return.
but things were
fine.
things at last were good
again.
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