Summer Rails
Michael Caulfield
Warm summer light
The tricks of the light
The sway the field
And what could I do
These ways into you
Impossible, steel...
We walked too long
Quiet along
The run of the rails
Both of us knew --
The silence it grew
As we found the trail
Fading through leaves
The pulse of the eve
A shimmer of sky
And left with the dusk
We know that we must
Return to the lie
And this moment now
Laid on the ground
The sway the field
And what could I do
These ways into you
Impossible, steel...