Do You See What I See?
Photo by AAPremlall
This is what I see but not what I dream of seeing
Trees sprung from decaying tracks like phantom limbs
Sheltering debris, horizontal trunks and mysterious remains
Rarely do feet run upon the rails where trains did once
Semi-moist leaves and hungry mosquitoes lay waiting
For the curious trespassers who dare to claim
This land is my land
This land is your land
From one end of Forest Park
All the way to Rockaway Boulevard
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