And so I let the train
come to me.
Walking down the tracks,
I feel the rumble
before I see them,
tank cars of black anodized cylinders,
and so I let the thudding train
come to me.
Parallel to my quiet woods path,
the tracks lead toward Philly,
consumers of LPG,
and so I let the long gas train
come to me.
Thunk, th-wunk, th-wunk
over a seam in the tracks
a heavy clash and crash,
and so I let the stopped train
come to me.
Tags appear,
neon green
against black matte tank cars
hello
from
the
other
side
the most personal of ids
wish
you
were
here
and so I let the tagged train
come to me.
I walk with migrating warblers–
magnolia, bay-breasted,
Blackburnian, palm, prairie,
northern parula–
flying over the transit
of gas I’ll burn tonight.
and so I let the pressurized train
come to me.
trump
train
you can read it for yourself
tagged,
peeking out of the leaves,
free of warblers heading farther north
to escape Global warming,
their policy and protest writ small,
and so I let the trump train
come to me.
