steeples can only be built so high.
And air is only thick as a ghost.
Air isn't metal. You cant build buildings
out of wind. The blistering chill
nearly makes me want to pray,
but not quite. I'm listening for prairie
trains--shrill even a hundred miles away.
The sound of a train whistle
can break open the crabgrass along the tracks.
Briefly, and only during the night,
ice can weep from the stems,
as the train hurries to a coast.
2River View, 4.2 (Winter 2000)