BY THE TRACKS by Rick McKenzie

The long, long strip of how things happened

unrolls forever, leaving what we see right now.

What we see right now, right outside the window,

It will remain, and then abandon us,

Or be abandoned, in a time certain.

Despite our pride, our plans, our force of will.

So many things just end up where they broke,

And sit there till a pile forms, or trees

Grow up and through and all around them.