BACKYARD TOWN

an open window,white curtains

attempting to escape

windward

 

below,

a dirt alley

between wooden shacks

 

a train yard,

open empty boxcars,

idle iron heat,

miles behind,

miles to go

 

lumber to be loaded,

men with caps sit

shaded like tumble weeds

waiting for a wind of

orders to move


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