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Gillman Trail Song
Standing on the Gillman Trail
Fox River beside me
Cemetery behind me
Homeless shelter
Ahead of me
Traffic whooshing past
Wish I had a boat
Wish I had an airplane.
Now the melodramatic sun
Meets the crispy white moon
Like they’re gonna kiss.
Bird feather brushes my cheek
I’ll always be here
No doubts and fears
I’ll be watching rivers
Sparkle like so many Christmas lights.
Once at the riverside
While Dad photographed Mom
While a Mexican child watched me
I buried a magnet that I placed
In a gluestick box
To say I’d hidden treasure.
Now, nothing on the sand
Lasts forever
Just solitary me
Waters so free
Crazy moon
Collides with the sun
Till my darkness is gone
And daylight has come
Till the light that’s within me
On earth
Is all done.
I used to walk on this river trail all the time when I was little, and I once asked my Mommy or Daddy why the sun and moon appeared in the sky at the same time each night.