The dynamic duo, Joyce Shon and James B. Wheeler, collaborated on this pair of illustration versions. I don't know which to prefer, so am posting both. If you have an inkling toward one or the other, please comment and let me know. Enjoy!
Where the road stopped, an old train track,
half-lost, crossed my trail's T. One way
pointed into town. It struck me
that I'd noticed the brown steel paved
into 3rd Street, the lot at Jack’s,
and many spots where the railway
ran before the brambles of town
grew on it. The opposite ray
of vanishing track bent around
an overgrown, unbuilt hillock.
I went that way. Threadbare green gowns,
dappled silences, and old-time
ponderings filled the afternoon
until evening. Until the ties
stopped their ladder steps where I'd strayed.
What color were the northern skies
those days when coffee cost a dime?
|Likewise by Joyce Shon and James B. Wheeler|