midnight train

Midnight train
The lake we swam was man-made,
not a big lake it consisted mainly of rainwater.
The lake had no undercurrent and lacked profundity
It was blue in May, but when little rain fell
it turned muddy and in fall it was brown as the leaves
on my almond tree.
Spring is a good time for love, Trine and I used to sit
by its shore and talk about our future.
Her future didnīt include me and I was full of rage.
Trine disappeared one day it was assumed she had
taken the midnight train to the main city.
Little rain fell that winter, the lake turned to dust
and became a landfill for our expanding town.
Written by oskar
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