Polishing Dust
While...
water tower stands
trunk at the ready
windmill atop squeaking
memories sorting
Just as...
oiled ties hold aloft
nestled rails awaiting shake and settle
atop platform timbers spread quietly
fifty strong to the left
fifty askew to the right
There is...
life of one horse moving
bridle loose upon the rail
its fourth leg raised in rest
while twitching ears of radar silent scan
Unnoticed by some...
tethered lace curtains flutter
an invitation to secrets beyond
through history's windowed records
amidst restive motion in musty air
And patience continues...
in shadowed sunset
where gentle breeze makes light
weathered dot and dash tape in curled plume
its dear life clinging
on taps of yesterday
As countdown continues...
the distant whistle shrieks
life's centipede of wheels
winds closer
to stop
to fill
to begin
All quiet on the set!