The Incorporated Town and Cold War Clocks

The Incorporated Town and Cold War Clocks

(Pixabay) “The train cars are trying to sleep/in the postal town. Purple tracks/forsake concrete footer and loading/dock pad. The pale moon/asks homes to hold the bones.” The Incorporated Town I. It’s dark enough for darts to shine through the tarp, tattered over logs. The highway hums and a train blows its whistle below the lumberyard. End of the line: Landisville, a nowhere whistle-stop with stalagmite gas pumps failing to print receipts, sinc…

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