In the foreground
Dusty white gravel
Crossed by wooden
Rusted steel rails
Rise up the sides
Then narrow to a point
Marked by a cluster
Of light posts
A downtown building
Is framed by angled wires
Almost like scratches
On the wind
To the left
An arch formed
Of crisscrossing iron beams
Rises over a footpath
Across is a tree full
Of summer leaves
Hanging on among
Concrete and railroad ties
Beneath a pale
Memphis sky
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