Sue Sue Station

Uneventful afternoons, 
spent watching the chiggers
Fall between fissures in the pavement;
Spent watching Queen Ann’s lace
On parade, adorned in their 
delicate, white pauldrons. 
The  raucous groans 
Of old industrial times 
pervade the arid breaths of Summer 
This dulcet downtime ,
Hardly worth mentioning
Or writing about at length.
Hours turn on their heads,
At the Sue Sue Station,
Where locomotion 
Seems all but a local, fleeting mythos.
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