Listening to a Train
Is a train
a reptile?
Submerged
to their black waists
in humidity,
crickets
dance flamenco
beneath a maple
bordered
by dying tomato
vines.
Tonight
my brain
wants
to absorb
every neutron
of blue electricity
flashing
between
the crickets’
sable hips.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Eleventh Transmission
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