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Rusty Wind


05.18.16 Posted in today's words by

The Last Poem by Laura Zucca-Scott to appear here was Silver Waters (October 2015)

Rusty Wind
By Laura Zucca-Scott

At the train station
The wind smells of salt and rusted tracks
In the evening chill
I remember many summers

When a day at the beach
Meant so much
Wrestling waves
Laughing hard

Wanting to go home
Hurts so much
Wanting to tell Mom
About a stolen day

A little girl smiles at me
Holding her father’s hand tight
But the train spirits her away
Screaming in a whisper

Do not fear
I am always with you
And I taste salt and rusty wind



3 Responses to “Rusty Wind”

  1. This description is exactly how I feel about our bay. Beautiful, Laura.

  2. Bobbie Troy says:

    I love that phrase “rusty wind.” It has stayed in my mind.

  3. Laura Zucca-Scott says:

    Thank you very very much Jeanette and Bobbie! I am glad you liked this. I wrote this poem originally almost five years ago. I always liked the image. I went back, polished it, and I am very happy it found a good home. 🙂

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