TRACKS Storm throughout d...

TRACKS

Storm throughout
during the night;
this morning,
caboose heavens

Wild
flying last
vapors

Flashing forward
them brilliant
day lights.

Hear
already far not upon
in the hills

summer lengthy train
whistle
moans. The leaves shrink

vanishing into points
fatigued not
further away
into tracks of snow.

That part's easy.
It's the pennies
we leave upon the track
to win flattened back

petals
that large boiler into that green
and won't bestow

to procure
us back onward board. ...