WandeRoseD

Wind whispered prayers,
on a June afternoon
catch the west bound freight.
Fragments of wisdom tumbled on steel rails.
Swaying hum and rhythm:
your brother’s joy,
your father’s work,
you grandmother’s reckoning.
That she was unforgiven
between two stations.
The family bed made –
broken at the stem – to roll,
and roll, and roll, and roll;
shedding sin and redemption,
care and indifference
across the summer plain
to heave against a train
of prayers for healing.