Riding
AMTRAK in the Rain
Capitol Corridor, March 2011
mustard
flowers Quonset hut trucks
carcasses
of trucks machinery the river up
within a
few feet of the tracks treetops limbs
weeds my
face in the glass a book of poems
in the
glass a man across the aisle his beret
in the
glass sky behind him tapping tap-tap
his iPad
keys his tipped cap among blurred
buildings
shacks mattress mattress
mattress mattress
tents
slack collapsed tucked up beside the
wet
the mud
oxalis lamps tarps garbage disarray
OOOOOOO
tires filled with weeds and rain-
water
beauty beauty beauty trash
orchards not-
quite in
bloom heron hawk three crosses t t t
in a
ditch among tules what (who) died
there?
egret
radiance bold in the bright slant of
brief
sun white
crookneck white hunchback fisher
king and
woe to the minnows beneath his beak