Interstate 287

Felt like yesterday

We were just young kids

Swinging in the shade of the oak

We forged a great friendship through the years

Walked along the evening railroad tracks

With our fingers crossed

Placed our ears on the rails

Listened for a tremble

Felt for a vibration

Interstate 287 was beneath the overpass

Cars and semi-trucks swooshing

I extended my hand to yours

We kissed for the first time

As a teen, I would have exclaimed 

The earth took a pause on its axis

My heart sank in happy disbelief

You felt for me like I felt for you

All it took was a commitment like no other

We had to pursue our own volition

Take our unlocked hearts to the swooshing of I-287

Or the freight train barreling down upon us

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.28.15.03.36@345ParkNYC