Prompt 27/Rust

Everyday, we find reason to drive past the trainyard
where the river runs along the north of the city.
Under JMW Turner clouds, the lazy cluster of rusted cars
huddles in plain sight; Dylan’s idiot wind takes no pity

on the overgrowth of dandelions taking residence at their cavernous doors.

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