Along the sprawled body of the derailed Great Northern freight car, <br />I strike a match slowly and lift it slowly. <br />No wind. <br /> <br />Beyond town, three heavy white horses <br />Wade all the way to their shoulders <br />In a silo shadow. <br /> <br />Suddenly the freight car lurches. <br />The door slams back, a man with a flashlight <br />Calls me good evening. <br />I nod as I write good evening, lonely <br />And sick for home.<br /><br />James Arlington Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outside-fargo-north-dakota/
