Out My Window
Graffiti on an old rusty train
I see this through my kitchen window
And globs of dripping dropping rain
A field house light shines at night like a little flame
There is a golf course beyond that mobile and decorated chain
Where established men play an old Scottish game
Electric wires above the tracks
Held up by wooden pillars
Bringing power from a building with soot covered smoke stacks
This vantage is strange to me
Who builds power station next to caddie shacks
But this is the sight that I see
T.C Minisce
9/12/2015
Copyright © Tyler Minisce | Year Posted 2015
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