Jacko and his friends

Plan to visit

That metal recycling plant

It’s just one

Among many

Recycling plants in

This city

Crossing a railway track that runs through the city

At nine in the morning

They all saw in the factory area

The huge gear leaning to one side

On the central pathway, and

The many irregular

Steel plates beneath it

Triangles, and

Trapezoids

That huge

Gear

Already entirely

Rusty

Jacko felt

Its hardness and a kind of

Loneliness

In the distance

Neatly stacked

Paint cans

In the sunlight

Only they

Showed no trace of reddish rust

Each presenting a striking

Color

On the ground, there’s autumn sunlight

Grass, and

Factory buildings

Countless metal objects, and

Them and their shadows

The return journey is very

Long

Jacko alone savored

The scenery of that factory area

And the

Hardness

Of that huge

Gear

He seemed to remember something

A kind of

Lonely feeling

His friends

Silent beside him

Also seemed

To be saying

Something else

The road

Seems

Very long