Lafayette in time

When I worked in the pumpkin patch the train would cut through the field twice a day. Twisted backs, we would look up - me and the Kenyans - and signal the conductor who signaled back. On that train to anywhere, did he do that to other pumpkin pickers all day long? The Kenyans startled every time the car backfired and they came to my cabin at night for autumn-laden campfires by the creek. We were mostly timid and dying due to the movements that had led us to the patch. When the train wasn't dicing up the field, there were times when it was the only thing that could form my thoughts.