The rails run straight to Montauk.
The pine forest wizened by the salt off the ocean
All winter
Deer dash across the tracks.
Day and night.
The train runs twice every hour
7200 seconds apart.
Still some deer don’t make it.
Crows pick clean the bodies
The bones gleam white in the afternoon light.
April and it’s still winter
From Rockaway to Montauk
Maybe tomorrow it might be Spring___