Railroad laid, train slipping away in thunderstorm, steel still warm. Overalls, coffee-sticky finger webbing. A spike hammer slung right shoulder arms, gait something like parade rest. In the other hand: flag whispers gentle along the rocks between ties, trolling behind, collecting trackside dirt. Sign says this way to Pennsylvania.
Friday, December 21, 2012
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