Steep is the water tower. painted off blue to match the sky. can't ignore the train. night walks in the valley silent. you could swear the earth just moved. can't ignore the train. dust to be kicked up. in the crack faced. idle sinister town. screen door to the rail station. devil in her shoe. ran along side the wasted tracks. hem pins darted her calves. can't ignore the train. one spoiled girl with the tidiest apology. some how wedged inside her throat. can't ignore the train. patience their virtue. but I never could abide by that. dungeon life with electric light. a clean towel and a basin. mantle figures mind their place. laughs where they belong. through adventure we are not adventuresome. rage to share with a wardrobe mirror. in a room so beige and cold. can't ignore the train. window days saw the children pick their. street games on thirty afternoons. Molly the boys are. starting in the rhymic again. teasing more and more..... the second daughter. how she fell. young locked in Some Folk's Prison. made to dwell. til they're braiding. her grey hair. sitting in the wishing chair. sitting in the wishing chair. sitting in the wishing chair.