Tonight's sky was especially golden, honey-soaked, bright with ochre, spotted and framed with flowering trees, Bradford pears even, and the rushing Secaucus water tower. The platform clearance outside my window at Secaucus Transfer is less than six inches.
The bell chimes, the horn whines, and drifts past the Hackensack. Beyond the brownfields, over the plank road, sweeping the tall, dirty reeds. And the sun, higher, later now.
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