It's a way across town
Where the railroad tracks
Run deep enough to jar
My head as I pass on any
Conveyance as the rearview
Mirror of my bending neck
Sees the ways things have not
Come together in the way
The urban planners hoped
Bells of several types ring
In my ears as I wonder how
I've arrived to the other intersection
A bench visible in the distance
Seeing my way upstairs
To the place that rarely
Offers the solace that it
Might have in days gone
By to a place I may one
Day remember, foreshadowed
By the stamp of the sunlight
Against the plants
That darkness will return
To the land above the street
Roman Ryan 