nothing but chemical tanks
and old rusty grainers
missing a stable floor
no easy ride for us today
all the red boxcars are locked
even though there's nothing inside
our rocks reverberate too much
for them to be brimming and fat
ah well -
this steel snake
was pretty short anyways
we'll have to wait in the jungle
with our lassos willing
and ready to wrangle
the bugger's bigger brother
heading toward the seaport
he should chug through
in a handful of hours
all in a day's work I presume
for now let's say cheers
ripening and pruning
in the radiant Californian
raisin whiskey sun
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16684656-raisin-whiskey-sun-by-Colvet
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