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Solitary Afternoon

Poetry By: J Christopher Bartley

A quiet walk along the tracks

Submitted:Oct 21, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Molded plastic

baby doll smile

discarded head

in a ditch.

by railroad tracks,

flowers grow between

the gravel.

Empty soda bottles


faded by the sun.

Dog on a chain

barks in someone's yard

as I walk

wooden ties

in old sneakers.


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