Week 33 – Cattails, Part 2

Cattails, Part 2

Dark December evenings,

Sitting on a train passing over the Passaic river,

Watching the lights slide and wondering if I’ll ever be better than I am.

I miss the sun in my hair and the wind off the water,

The faint saltwater on my skin.

The best thing and the only thing I know.

I can watch the phragmites dance along the tracks,

And in winter rain, they can almost be cattails. 

If I look hard enough, I sometimes can’t see the difference.

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