SINGLE-HANDED
Strays.
Yard rats we
Shared a railroad,
A yearning for
Burning corn,
A penchant for
Leaving one another
The dead
Of night. Tied
To the tracks.
Creosote smeared legs
Stand in a deep cove
Now, manning my boat.
Trip charted,
Lovers never quit
Beckoning, inserting
Keys, truncating
My swagger,
Saving me
From this lonely perch,
This vast wave.
This poem Heather is very powerful, precise, and stabs with images. Thank you, it’s on my desktop now for some re-readings.