River Walk, Upstate Town

You can hear the rumble if you stand on the tracks between the abandoned station and the abandoned animal feed factory.  It’s a tractor trailer on Route 17, but you can imagine otherwise, imagine freight that was made here, loaded here, galloping along these rails.  Passengers, even.  But the feed factory didn’t sell at auction last year, and they tore down the rotting station.  Still, my mind’s sitting inside it, watching a woman with a flowered hat and lacey green dress step into a caboose. It’s a dress I saw in the Salvation Army before it closed, too.

I stand up because my daughter scampers down the slope with dandelions and violets in her fist...

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