Train Whistles: A Poem Before Change

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The vibrations of trains come up the old wood frame
from the tracks a block north
Trains whistle through the window cracks 

Lying under an old blanket
in the unheated upstairs
The dampness rising from the Kansas River
In the garret strangeness of someone else’s house

How did I arrive among these old flood-washed timbers?

 

First published in Tellus as “Before Completion.”

 

Aroostook Highway - photo by Vera Lisa Smetzer.

Aroostook Highway – photo by Vera Lisa Smetzer.

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