Hundreds of crosses, hundreds and hundreds of them. .
I was taking a crew out for a dogcatch. That's where a train engine has stopped because the crew has reached thier driving limits, set by the government.
I bring in a fresh crew, and take the old one back home to the train yard. Train folk live in their own world, and they have thier own set language.
It was 2 in the morning, and we were headed to the Village of Birmingham cross. There was a train waiting there for us. A dogcatch is what you call it. We had a stop to make first behind the Ameristar.
I thought it might be too early for the frogs to start to holler from down in the Koi pond, for all thier girlfriends to come over.
But this morning, there he was, sounding off.
I dedicate frogs to wisdom.
When I'm writing, I think about my family a lot and how I had to leave them behind in thier thinking. I had such contempt, because of my mind, because of what I had loved and experienced, and so when it came to expression, I felt like I was being held underwater.