deserted

i look left
& rails & crossties
lined by bright white
& deep blue lights
disappear
to a fine point
centered in pitch black

i look right
& rails & crossties
lined by bright white
& translucent green lights
disappear
to a fine point
fading in stark pale yellow

i see no trains

wandering about

what is a moment
glitter of precious metal
scent of a flower

listening to sirens
worry of a mundane thing
being one with Om