[this was in my head last night as i fell asleep. it does not sound as pretty now as it did then. pretty isn't the right word. maybe after some revision. this is mostly for me, hi me! since i'm really the only one who reads my blog]
Yes, there are trains here. There are trains that will shake your house and run through your living room like that movie. That movie was actually a television show. I had to look it up.
Yes, there are trains here. Good luck finding the tracks. The tracks, the trains, don’t appear until you need to be somewhere and their passing can impede your progress. Then they will throw themselves down all over town stopping you dead in your…
Yes, there are trains here. You’ll sit and watch as they go by. You’ll sit and look at your watch as they go by. You’ll imagine your bedroom in your head. You’ll twist your bedroom in your head and try to orient it to the tracks. You’ll calculate the distance and volume the noise of the trains must travel to rattle your belongings so.
Yes, there are trains here. In the summer they are but a voice in the cacophony of trilling cicadas, droning air conditioning units, howling dogs and unseen beasts. In the summer the train barrels through, a sonic cowcatcher announcing its antiquated supremacy before bowing to nature. In Alabama, everything bows to nature.