Small towns <br /> Crawling out of their green shirts… <br /> Tubercular towns <br /> Coughing a little in the dawn… <br /> And the church… <br /> There is always a church <br /> With its natty spire <br /> And the vestibule— <br /> That's where they whisper: <br /> Tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz… <br /> How many codes for a wireless whisper— <br /> And corn flatter than it should be <br /> And those chits of leaves <br /> Gadding with every wind? <br /> Small towns <br /> From Connecticut to Maine: <br /> Tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz…tzz-tzz…<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/train-window/
