I.
Silver snake below,
Screeching on the iron rails,
Thrumming in the dark.
II.
Stand behind the line,
Gush of wind before the train,
Rush hour late again.
III.
Ferry cuts the bay,
Leaving wake of foamy white,
Lady holds her torch.
IV.
Bridges span the tide,
Steel webs spun across the blue,
Linking shore to shore.
V.
High line garden path,
Walking where the trains once ran,
Flowers over tracks
