<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="t1" style="width: 540px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: static; z-index: auto; "><tbody><tr><td valign="top" class="td2"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="t2" style="width: 540px; position: static; z-index: auto; "><tbody><tr><td valign="middle" class="td2"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Blue</div></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr><tr><td valign="middle" class="td2"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br></div></td></tr><tr><td valign="top" class="td2"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="width: auto;"><tbody><tr><td valign="middle" class="td3"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Dawn. I was just walking<br>back across the tracks<br>toward the loading docks<br>when I saw a kid climb<br>out of a boxcar, his blue<br>jacket trailing like a skirt,<br>and make for the fence. He'd<br>hoisted a wet wooden flat<br>of fresh fish on his right<br>shoulder, and he tottered<br>back and forth like someone<br>with one leg shorter than<br>the other. I took my glasses<br>off and wiped them on the tails<br>of my dirty shirt, and all<br>I could see were the smudges<br>of the men wakening one<br>at a time and reaching for<br>both the sky and the earth.<br>My brother-in-law, Joseph,<br>the railroad cop, who talked<br>all day and all night of beer<br>and pussy, Joseph in his suit<br>shouting out my name, Pheeel!<br>Pheeel! waving a blue bandana<br>and pointing behind me to<br>where the kid cleared the fence<br>and the weak March sun<br>had topped the car barns,<br>to a pale, watery sky, wisps<br>of dirty smoke, and the day.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Phillip Levine</div></body></html>