orgami's Diaryland Diary

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way and then

rained heavy for a time
The water making a creek
along the tracks the walkway
past the pillars painted white
from the graffiti..Thin and
watery scrawled on the posts
We are in the north...the real
artists are down south..

The big curved slab of concrete
and trucks buses is overhead
the streetlights that are working
throw down the light a bit
shine on the rails glistening
in the rain

the dirt ramps leading up the
the abuttements are empty of
people or pets just shadows
darker then the underside
of this wide curve above us
sheltering us from the rain
pouring down from the drain pipe
that leads from the surface
of the road at the edges of
the curb..the sidwalk and the
pipe railings that cruise
along at just above waist height..

the Resin factory steaming and
light up like a ship beyond the
limbs of the little trees
and sumac the tall blonde grasses
and the chained link fence and
old barbed wire

with all the rain the creek is
alive and the colour of clay
a chatty entity going through the
culverts beneath the tracks
Under the paved path and through
the galvanived offset gates
beneath the highway

I can see the curve of the tracks
where is moves from its s shape
under the bridge and up around
the curve the trees lit up
some by the houses and the apart
blocks across sixty three
the subdivision running up
to the escarpment lost in the trees
Just the streetlights shinning
through in places...And the
white ghost of the escarpment hill
against the dark night of rain

The airport beacon sweeping in
the mists...

Its lonely and satisfying too
this peaceful solitude away from
the townhouse unit

the dogs move along with me as one
sniffing and looking off into the
trees

10:22 p.m. - 2012-12-02

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