Convair CV-240 / CV-440 / CV-580
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What drifts in across the fields
is not evening, no, nor mist
or smoke, though in its translucency
it seems a scrim as if some drama
has, without our knowing, begun
and as it falls over farms and trees
and then the river that demarcates
the city and at last the homes
where we live, we feel its weight,
a preternatural darkness – a shroud
that wraps the towers, spires, steeples,
obscures the skyline we are often
comforted by, a silence, too, come
down over empty streets, no one
about, and still, a stillness far
into the distance unbroken
by any dog or siren or penitential
cry for mercy: we know something
comes, invisible, with a hunger
we might stop, but maybe not
for months or years or maybe
not at all.
--M deO
Not many folks were out on this day. Just me and my step-father, and this northbound Central Vermont train near south of Willimantic, CT, shaking the ice off the trees after an overnight freezing rain storm.
Southbound Central Vermont #444 with no less than six units, typical for this era, makes a pick up at Windsor, VT.