A rail crossing
blurs into futility.
Daisies mark the bend,
delicate heads nodding.
Sprouting between tracks
they feel the tremble
of rusted carriages,
the rumble of wheels
not touching them.
They grow apart,
used to the noise & grind
of metal scraping,
their verdant stems
the only green.
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