Morning
stillness
A
rising dawn
My
feet gristle winter salt under fluorescent light
Footsteps,
pedestrian bells, the occasional car
A
lone sparrow pecks at salt and crumbs at my feet
She stops
to look up at me
The
train pulls in softly
Sparrow darts off in front of the train and into a parking garage
I
board the train
Inverse
splotches of camouflage shaped snow on hibernating grass and sage
Wood
fires, farms, dozers, soil
Rising
sun
The
slow lurch of station to station inertia
The
eastern mountains dusted in snow and illuminated by the rising star
I return
Sun
setting over western mountains behind a wall of thin cloud that stretches for
miles
The
clatter of my train shakes my pen on the paper
The
largest copper mine in the world
An
NSA-all-seeing-eye
Brand
new to Utah
Are they reading this? 
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