One life and beating heart.
sun on my scalp
concrete beneath my feet
the faint scent of diesel smoke
clings to my shirt
my shirt clings to me in the scorching heat

Fresh off a southbound train i walk towards the sounds
of a nearby town
i near a road with traffic zipping by
and step over the guardrail.

i let out a relieving sigh
its so good to see cars and other people

when a few hours prior i called a boxcar,home
23 hrs crawling thru the desert heat

i now unloaded my pack
knelt down
and kissed the street