By: EarlB , 11:14 PM GMT on July 13, 2014
I remember the polished-top silver-steel
that carried the coal: hard, "blue", coal
from the mines that scarred earth's
The same coal that burned hot and
through the long winter nights
in fires "banked" to outlast ,untended, the
Cold mornings after nights trapped under
that made the toes cramp from their weight;
Hurrying down the cold hall to the bathroom where
warmed only that room, too far away from the
Hearing the rattling of stove grates telling of a renewed
fire to come, to burn all-day-hot, to burn blue-flamed again.
All the while, steel on steel, those miles of rails were
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