Tracing Train Tracks

We adventure along windy mountain roads.
Tracing train tracks and
placing pennies peculiarly,
we flatten the frozen faces.

Deeper into the roads,
we visit a time predating our own existence.
Frankie
Aggressor? Victim!
History may say
that she took his blooming days away
and left him no time to God to pray.
But perhaps,
it is he who took her,
rather than she who took his,
days away
on that dark and doleful night
when he beat her body out of right.

I thrive in experiencing these
old historic sites.
Only we--
book nerds-- understand
the magic of tangible history,
the sweet smell of a newly turned page,
the excitement of another riddle,
and the intricacies of seemingly minor characters.

George Bland:
Occupies less than a quarter
of a novel in a trilogy;
ergo, less than a twelfth of a whole.
Math
Math is what makes George so important.
Shared passion.
Cause for introduction.
Not just algebra, humanity.
Sharing lust.
Saving souls.
Hiding crimes.
Humanity in an algebra textbook.
Humanity in the company of a stranger.
Humanity in the throws of a hurricane.

We walk the track.
We count the grave-stones.
We devour the novels.
Together and separate,
I feel a certain closeness,
a bond we will always share--
through interests and heart,
through humor and philosophy.
And the older I grow--
no matter approximatey in local--
the connection grows stronger.
I understand, more and more,
that you and I
will always be tracing train tracks.