I saw vacant stares from city bus windows
Where the I-84 and I5 tangle into a knot, I saw a tall man in white overalls loping along railroad tracks smoking a cigarette. Across his chest and down one side he was covered with splashes of crimson red. A tag-along shuffled a few feet behind, his face coated in the same red. For a few minutes, my heart beat faster and my imagination plunged to deep, dark places.