From platform to platform, it’s forty two minutes, give or take.
It used to stop closer to downtown, but that was before my time.
When I worked what was called the ‘mid shift’ by corporate and the ‘shit shift’ by everyone else.
As the commuter train passes the old bridge, I see it in a field, caught in the leaves of a half-broken corn stock.
Three semi-deflated birthday balloons, the string pulled taut as the balloons flap in the late afternoon breeze.l
They weren’t here yesterday.
Now, they are.
Some remnant of some party in the town
It used to stop closer to downtown, but that was before my time.
When I worked what was called the ‘mid shift’ by corporate and the ‘shit shift’ by everyone else.
As the commuter train passes the old bridge, I see it in a field, caught in the leaves of a half-broken corn stock.
Three semi-deflated birthday balloons, the string pulled taut as the balloons flap in the late afternoon breeze.l
They weren’t here yesterday.
Now, they are.
Some remnant of some party in the town
