there are
a few things
i might miss
locomotive charging
through a town
far smaller than the noise
it makes
a most subtle rattle
on my bedroom pane
in the darkest of early
morning
my dreams
with the sound
follow the tracks
as the freight
barrels west
away from the
pastel desert
sunrise
toward the sea
where at once
i will rest
spring is near
stirred
many more times
by this in the night
than eves of before
