WHICH WAY

Dogs barking, children in an

abandoned lot.  Their game

interrupted by a dispute.

Small towns hold its players close,

leaving little room to maneuver

away from the center.  Girls look at

magazines, shopping for images.

Young men sweat with strength, struggling

with self as they search beyond the

package of where they are.  An old man

sits and leans against an idling locomotive;

its shadow is thick and warm.

His hand shakes as the bottle moves to his

mouth.  He says he’s in diesel heaven,

and an angel lives in the library.

 

 

 

 

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