so much to lose in a sunset
the fading colors of the western mountain sky
dusting the golden meadows with shades of rose
and falling streaks of gray
divided sharply by twin contrails
slicing blades of light across the darkening clouds
below in the twilight
trains stretch the length of the valley
as far as the eye can see in both directions
pulling with all their might
the fuel that keeps the country warm
what happened to cabooses?
tugged along at the rear
the exclamation points at the ends of steel sentences
traversing the pages of highways
through the darkest side of midnight
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
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I love the last stanza, especially the description of cabooses as "the exclamation points at the ends of steel sentences." It reminds me of something Huck would say -- beautifully descriptive and to the point, almost child-like.
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