A freight train, replete
With three additional engines
Moves through the afterthought
Of a dry landscape.
Reminiscent of a Hopper painting,
A once overworked, now alien, car trailer
Seems to have settled sadly
By a trail west, that is now a highway.
I turn at the sound of a 16 wheeler
Roaring down US 15,
To face the Denny’s that sits,
Apologetically, between me and the expressway.
Its faded dark brown facade
And near empty parking lot
Suggest a second failure
At retrieving a promise.
This cool sunny day
Does not imbue the scene
With the life or hope
That brought trailer and restaurant here.
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