Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mirror, window

Here I am in the early Twenty-first century astride a rusted, disused railroad track somewhere in the hot, sunny Midwest. I'm alone in a semi-abandoned field, the rumble of trucks behind me a kind of sonic wind. I'm interested in this deserted rail, and in my wavering perch.

The rail's history, or mine?

"Langford Train Tracks" courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons

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