Ghost Train Station
By
Steppenwolf
I live in a place of tiny towns
Where it takes days to deliver the mail
Everything is slow
And when people are done using something—
A fence, a car, a trailer, a train station—
They just walk away from it and let it slowly
Rot and fall apart and descend into the earth.
The abandoned train station
Where ghosts walk
I look at it and feel the press
Of mill hands loading grain into the cars
And I have this desire to
Lay down on the long-disused tracks
To dare the ghost train to emerge
Out of the gloom.
lgmwriting 