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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Capitol Corridor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Capitol Corridor moves heavily through the dark, <br>crossing the thinly guarded streets, blaring, berating <br>impatient drivers waiting for flashing poles, sparking <br>their rage as they glare at watches. The ground shakes, <br>rolling earthquake, Cyclop's eye, headlight throbbing, crushing <br>bright straight rails, pounding diesel relentlessly hauling <br>into no-man's land, receding rails guarded only by brush <br>and grassy grade and two white wooden crosses, with a basketball <br>and a balloon for the lost children; caught in the sweep of flashing lights, <br>they first saw the flash, then felt pain, and then blackness swallowed them whole, <br>the suicide, the missed warning, the lost opportunity, the crying <br>mother searching deserted tracks. But tonight nobody's here, no <br>despairing child, drifting, desultory, home no longer an option; and so<br>undeterred, the silver and blue train rolls heavily on to Sacramento.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a></strong></div>

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