Sitting on the west end stairs of the Montauk train platform
Sun on my face
No one in sight
No sea gulls
No cars
Only the train yard
The rails gleam in the afternoon sun
Polished by trains
Transporting passengers to and from points
West___
The steel dates back to the last century
The engine and cars too
I also come from the 20th century
Past Navy Beach
The trees of Hither Hills younger__
Ancient we are
Trains tracks and me
Though not as old as the sun falling on my skin, the rails, the steps
Everything old as now Young as now too__
5:17
Departure to Jamaica
5:19
I board
Right on time
Sit in the middle of the first car
Three years ago a conductor told me
His favorite seat
"First car
Less weekenders."
North side seat
View of Montauk Bay
Then
Neapaque Bay
And then the thousands od dead pines
Fallen ghosts never to rise again
Until the rise of saplings
After the Forest Fire of 2026__
Sun still lowering to the horizon
Sunset 8:03
Right on time
At one with eternity
West bound
To Jamaica
And forever__

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