Rain. The slowest, longest, loudest, creepiest, crawliest train.
Ever. In existence. Thick brown ties. Bolted steel flexes
beneath round collars wrapped around great iron necks.
Reached out and strained screaming. Rain.
With green leaf branches stuck like parsley
in its deep black grated grin. Flood waters in straight sweeping
tracks down hill sides, drifts of bark and twigs curled in between
tree trunks and stray quartz. Ogre gravel. Industrial.
tree trunks and stray quartz. Ogre gravel. Industrial.
Mounded up beneath where incredible weight will pass over.
With no friction. No heat, whatsoever, in the steel.
Rain. Like a train. That passes up above our heads.
Falls.
But never fallen.
Writer Actor Farmer 