With Trains
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye
this is the thing
with trains:
they stay up all night
and then sleep in parking lots
their bones rolling and creaking
in their concrete beds
they wait for the sound of darkness
to thunder in on the air
and drown itself in the lake
then they plot histories
in sprayed schematics
and with free people
when he was 14
William Joseph
boarded a freight train in Sudbury
from no fixed address
he conjured the moss found in mountains
the stars over the oceans
and sweetgrass in the palm
of my hand
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