Autos In Tuscaloosa
— a poem by Pikthall

in tuscaloosa
automobiles
wait for a train
to pass
before
rolling
to the
sawdust factory
the auto plant
the humdinger bar
no place
and over there

some turn
around
in tuscalossa
as the train
dings
and clicks
but most
wait

and the ones
who turn around
who knows
where
they’re
headed


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Pikthall is a writer and the Editor of Imperative Papers