civil rail

 On the train headed up toward central city
civilization encourages us
The blare and constant click on rails
the map of the line on the wall we speculate

Trees through decades of pruning
lawns weekly cut
we will arrive on the hour
The station comforting

everything is as it should be
the puzzle was finished
each suburb fits one another
The perfection of locomotion

Passengers raised moods
the fine expensive cushioned seating
Expansive windows only dimming in summer
As deciduous trees cut off the sun