Morningstar Road moments

August 2002

CPR's dispatcher phone box stood trackside

for years

Contents conveying messages up and down 

for years

Now it is silent 

eerily empty

unhinged unforgotten

world-weary wooden

Weathered worn 

here, it still stands - a shell

where, what it once was - vital

there, if needed - when needed

In cinders and smoke 

and each new year, if only just.

Surrounded by now-new sumac, 

poplars winking in the day's late light

we, lucky enough to spend time here

qui vive

alert to its presence

 qui vive 

 we, standing together, transcribing trains

 roaring past

 it still stands trackside

for years

June 2015

February 2017

February 2017 with door