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!