ART POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
City within a darkened world, has beauty all its own,
The wires that lace throughout the space, the litter lying there,
The sounds of box cars hooking up, a place where crime is sown,
Where homeless search the garbage cans, to find a snack to share.
Where vagrants sleep while raccoons watch, to find their own sweet snack,
To dine on others leftovers, seems common to them both,
The train rails screech as cars are joined, they thunder and they crack,
The large abandoned buildings stand, as sentries without growth.
Still skies above are clear and bright, above the scene they dance,
They fill with clouds of discontent, soon darkness falls again,
Some stay awake throughout the night just waiting for a chance,
To try again to make a life, they jump a moving train.