The Town and the City
Then the train rumbled off, sudden silence passed, he heard a vast breeze passing through the branches everywhere around, the locomotive whistle howled going away, the tracks gleamed nakedly in the moonlight—and he was sick now with a crying lonesomeness, he somehow knew that all moments were farewell, all life was goodbye.
He went home, he walked under the dark swishing trees of home and July and nighttime.
posted by Sidi Hamid Benengeli | 8:26 PM
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