Life on a Train

I see you
in the frames
flashing by.
See the rounded hill
it was west, somewhere
dry and golden grass
nothing near
what was I doing there
and when was it
but I see it
so clearly
this long shadow
from the train
like a stencil
stretching up
but not spilling over
that smooth hill and
it was chilly
about to be cold
the day
was ending
and it was
lonely there
but that
flashing shadow
I could not stop watching
flash flash
black gold
there you were
glimpses
between the frames
and I knew
look there
all the time
all the trains
the things
that flash by
watch them
you will see
you will shiver
and even
feel that empty
and lonely feel
but wait for me
and watch for me
you will see.