Rain,
Steam and Speed-The Great Western Railway
Life between the rails
the price paid for rhythm
that works its way
into the conversation we’ll have
with the couple from Kamloops
over drinks in the bar car
elongated shadows of stem ware
clocking ever so slightly
across snow white prairie
dotted with one stoplight words
nothing more
than a few boarded up syllables
struggling vowels of a diner slash package store
the emphatic final consonants
of grain elevators
trailing off into long stretches of silence
stealing glimpses
of the future on grand sweeping curves
while the past
rifles through our pockets
on the perfect parallel track
of the here and now.
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