railroad tracks

I’ve always liked railroad tracks;

they’re kind of a bridge between worlds.

They’re romantic–nobody really uses them any more.

An anachronism.

Like how a rainbow is a bridge

between this world and the sky

but you almost never see where it begins and ends.

I live in New England which means everywhere I look I see trees

except for three places:

the miles and miles of cleared out space where the powerlines run,

the disappearing vertigo ends of the railroad tracks,

and the ocean.

Those are the only places

I really see the horizon.


 

Images and words © Jenna Pope 2018

 

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