Small Town Tracks
The coal train blows across main street.
Sooty birds scatter over the rainbow.
Wet sidewalks tremble
as tracks grip iron wheels.
One hundred cars hooked
to a snorting nose
that often halts on the tracks
right there in the middle of our homes.
The gift of time
to smoke another cigarette
and feed the cat
before we chug off
to nowhere much once more.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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