Bound

Traveling north then
west on the rails
crawling along
mostly moping
like snails moving across
conglomerate rocks.
The scenery slows
escaping sideview
veins of the bridges
broken bare trees
scattered snow
patches and
grey sullen sky
backdrop.
Only Upstate New York
just tilted over
the brink of winter
claims this
disastrous canvas.
A catastrophe so dull
it could only be caught
by a rough
sketch in pencil
no mistakes erased
all marks stay in
place
because the allurement lies in
its imperfection in landscape.