Language of Trees
fiction and poetry from the earth
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Night Train
The train sounds at the crossing
and a roar from a steel mouth
forged and agape
The clacking goes on and on
and in the distance I hear it one last time
charge headlong into the future
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