Railyard Portrait
String of empties on a spur,
cinders, creosoted ties, rusted metal,
a dead Sunday,
rolling stock of memories
crumpled under a sooty Stetson.
Semaphore at stop—
to kudzu. Stylized smoking cowboy
chalked on a boxcar, genuine Colossus
of Roads.
- © Mark Blaeuer 2021
Mark Blaeuer has an M.A. in anthropology, which resulted in his employment as a park ranger and in the field of archaeology (among other jobs). His poems have appeared in dozens of journals, e.g., Asphodel Madness, Better Than Starbucks, The Shit Creek Review, and SurVision. One collection, Fragments of a Nocturne, is available from Kelsay Books. He also researches and writes non-fiction about Hot Springs, Arkansas, near which he resides.
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