A child, face pressed, watches
blurs of greens and white and blue
flow in uncoordinated motion,
sees them for an instant and then
watches them disappear into vapors
left behind by the train, Small towns
rush by, only recognizable
by an individual sameness,
the hardware and feed store facing
the track, defiantly, but quickly
left behind. We hurtle along
steel lines to a destination growing
less clear and more realized.
The child laughs.
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Photograph taken on the Amtrak train from Kirkwood, Mo., to Hermann, Mo., June 15, 2013.