April 28, 2017
Saturating all she sees taking
panoramic command of her day as an everlasting invisible north wind
whips topsoil she’s already parched after a long, hard, wet, winter
aft of five Coulee City charged scoot cars tucked in tight ‘hind a
trio of ‘D’s across US Highway Two: from field to endless field;
to and fro; fro and to; since before time. Timeless. Mythical. The
train, departing Hartline, as if Odysseus escaping the angular,
leaning, looking like Cyclops, grain elevator on
stick-after-jointed-rail-stick laid nearly 11 miles tangent from MP
93 to MP 103 at Cement just before bending and descending the last
five miles into end-of-the-line Coulee. Odyssey complete.
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