frozen hills tasting a thaw
can sometimes fool the songbirds
perched in the remnants
of a rusty gondola car
stranded on the siding
their singing seems random
to an ear still burdened
by the pinging
of a lean & narrow
railroad spike hammer
steel chirping
becomes the acoustic blend
a barge echoes
waiting at the channel
the river will ultimately
decide all propriety
--- e b bortz
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