At the far edge of town behind all the facades
on top of a hill of rabbit brush and sage
there sits a Piano, or maybe a desk
all alone on a hill.
I’m not sure what it is
I would see it in the evenings
while riding the train
for only 3 seconds at 79 mph
But it would make me wonder
As it sat there alone
on a bluff overlooking the river
a lost gap between cities
Did somebody Dump it there?
To throw it away?
Was it someone’s secret spot?
To escape from the world?
Was it industrial trash?
Or suburban sluff?
Did it once have a home?
Though now all alone?
I checked all the maps
for maybe a road.
I can’t find how it got there
It might be real old
I imagine some lady
playing away,
or singing vibrato
loud through the hills
Or maybe some old man
playing old-fashioned tunes
in a ragtimey style
and faded black suspenders
Or perhaps little children,
slip away from their homes
to sit on the desk
and throw rocks at the train
On the early fall mornings
I know it’s still there
though cloaked in the darkness
just waiting with care
In sunshine and clouds
rain pattering on the finish
slowly melting the molecules
back into the earth
So I sit on my train
as the worlds wisp on by
Some lost in the earth
most lost in the past
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