Somewhere in Georgia. Think the water tower said Venus? Might as well have. Ten seconds from one edge of town to the other, houses strewn like the old toys on lawns or broken in roofs out onto the backyard. Borne out the golden light of trees and hills and swallowed up by the creeping vines of an other side of town. A taxidermist office. A wooden water mill. Dirt and coolers. Tires. A harder life than mine. All of it opens up and blinks by in the tick’s breath of a passing train. Hard not to be cynical about lawmakers and legislators not wanting to fix our rail system because who knows we might actually see some folks living in poverty or at the very least not living a rest stop life just off the highway.