10/10 on the Amtrak from New York to Providence
Sun glinted water
Touched by laboring fishermen
In the midday
Pushing curvature
Vigorously across plains towards vacated motels and cold factory chimneys
In every graveyard the students pass through admiring the ornate inscriptions
An elderly loner stands tall
Overshadowing trees with his presence
Hands placed neatly on hips
Or folded and crossed by the chest
Tossing shouts from his cracked mouth
Pointing his sawdust caked fingers
To go
out!
out!
out of here!
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