Steep is
the water tower
painted off blue to match the sky
can’t ignore the train
night walks in the valley silent
you could swear the earth just moved
can’t ignore the train
dust to be kicked up
in the crack faced
idle sinister town
screen door to the rail station
devil in her shoe
ran along side the wasted tracks
hem pins darted her calves
can’t ignore the train
one spoiled girl with the tidiest apology
some how wedged inside her throat
can’t ignore the train
patience their virtue
but I never could abide by that
dungeon life with electric light
a clean towel and a basin
mantle figures mind their place
laughs where they belong
through adventure we are not adventuresome
rage to share with a wardrobe mirror
in a room so beige and cold
can’t ignore the train
window days saw the children pick their
street games on thirty afternoons
Molly the boys are
starting in the rhymic again
teasing more and more....
the second daughter
how she fell
young locked in Some Folk’s Prison
made to dwell
til they’re braiding
her grey hair
sitting in the wishing chair
sitting in the wishing chair
sitting in the wishing chair
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