Poet’s showcase
End of the Line
By Susan Carman
They jostled along
over the miles
like two railroad cars
hooked together,
endured bumps, jolts,
sharp turns in the track,
traveled the same landscape
day after day – one lonely depot
fading into the next,
stone crumbling, paint peeling
from once fresh façades,
silence drowned out
by the clackety-clack
of the wheels.
In the end, it was as simple
as pulling the iron coupling pin.
She stood on the train’s platform,
cool wind on her face, watched
as the cars separated,
the rear car losing speed,
slowing to a stop on the tracks
before it disappeared
altogether
from sight.
– Susan Carman lives in Overland Park.