Trains
John Cuminale, Tyler Farren, Brett Kucharski, Matthew Werts
Inside the car is a color I can’t see
And the landscape lasts a second
And a moment later the tracks are cloudy
I sit near the bridge and watch them go by
I like things at this level
The space between rail clatter
The calm of dust
Each day is green and brown, bright and then blue
The land is weedy and still
I’ll never leave, I think, but I could
I try to count the steps between
Front step and smoke stack,
Dirt mound and horizon line,
One hour and the next
A train rolls by
And I think about it
Another rolls by
I think about it