MEMORY GHOST

 

 

 

Railroad Avenue.

Cinders and broken glass.

Warm engines blowing smoke.

Old men with hats, suspenders,

stained work boots and pants.

Great stories of Louisiana bayous,

marshlands, mountains and oceans.

Empty freight cars transporting

lost souls and homeless dreams.

Wooden platforms, benches carved

with names.  Trackside families.

Steady work. Scars and sweat.

Creosote and oil, steel and shovels,

the tissue that connects.

A whistle in the distance,

forever gone.

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