a thumbprint

   


OLD RAILROAD tracks run
      like text along a swerve of 
water,  a story of the way we've
moved from there to here,  along
the axis of a past that endures in
lines of rusted steel and crum-
bling timber.  City and forest
both began as rain.  Like clock-
work,  a geyser shoots a spume
of steam and vapor from a crack
in the earth.


                           Aaron  Parrett