Mar 20
Dusk slowly spills over rooftops.
A train rumbles past the orchard,
through the crowded station—
windows lit, then dark,
then lit, then dark—
Leaves scatter near the tracks,
whistle echo low.
A train rumbles past the orchard,
through the crowded station—
windows lit, then dark,
then lit, then dark—
Leaves scatter near the tracks,
whistle echo low.
