lined up row–like
little clouds little puffs
as though some steam engine
flew by a moment ago
two lines
an express line
perhaps
and there’s a beach
above a passing
collapsing construct
of potential rain
the usual white beach
a good straight line
where the sea comes in
streaming on the other side
into the hill
or meadow
the sky says not a thing
on that
the railway line’s
retreated north
faded into commuter track
as we all do
in our own way