One Perfect Train

It was a peppered-colored sky that
the darkness drifted with darker

it didn’t matter –
what does when you’re 32 & in

Signals flashed & I stopped

That crazy train
was longer than my daydreams of

feeding the chickens maybe ten
miles north in
cut-off blue jeans before
the rains came

Buddy Holly was playing on the radio

I waited &
said my first prayer to everybody
I knew

Then the rain danced like diamonds

Mike Faran spent his childhood in the UK. After his return to California, he served a four-year stint in the USAF and then went on to graduate from Cal State Fullerton. His poetry has appeared in Rattle and The Comstock Review. His work has been influenced by the Beat school of poetry.

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