stark_white_trees zeke in the vestibule i reach up and throw the switch which kills the light. i cross to the other car and do the same. it is darker now. the window slides open down. cool air shouts at my face as i lean into the track side night. the darkness is 2-tone black on black as it hurtles by. flash now as wheels spark and stark white trees stand forward, gone. and again, different trees strobe alive like captured souls. no one can see me in the train dark clatter. i am alive. 060102 ... zeke today the same trees stand mute in wet green light casting no shadows they wait in groves and flooded watershed clutching the land, holding it, keeping it from slipping away and raking the low sky, shaking loose its extra load and drinking it's muddy tears and stops 060103 ... - - 081021 what's it to you? who go blather from