Each day,
as I drive by, my head instinctively turns toward the light. I pass this one spot just before the freeway on ramp. Something draws me to look as I cross the bridge. If I blink, I would miss it.
The shimmering steel
polished by the train passing over. Its heavy wheels grind off the rust that forms so easily when things are not taken care of. Persistence....
My eyes
are led onward around the bend, toward the unknown.
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