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Sore Train Cars, A Third Eye

Mark Fleury

Sore train cars, a third eye
That veers toward every ache.

Acres of names dying toward
Earth’s roundness. Shoes, sun-laced,
One naked ground for running early.

Gunless, the fire in lake is an eastern unity

That the rain makes younger. More than ice knows
Easter’s farmlands, rain attracts the noise

Of cemeteries kneeling in daylight.

Oceans of nightmares need
Animals for the forests they reach

And are near to, kept, as able-bodied rivers,
Inside every lamb’s address.

The shore that’s here has layers
Of energy, younger than the roar of

The ocean’s sun or the shadow

Of Christ. Heaven is in the shade
Of the apple tree, where the ripe

Imagination’s night adds its feverish lungs

To the earthly union of rivers and you.

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