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  • Gary Hunter

Catching a small town Train - Dec. 13, 2020

for those who don’t sleep well wait for a train in the dark

only friendless benches sit above the tracks

a drizzle of crickets violates the hush

the wind has left gone back to bed

perfect quietness is pure aloneness

too soundless to not stay awake

too silent to not wish for sound

then a soft headlight around the bend

precedes a triple blast that shatters the muted

a moment of genuine warmth

for a noisy metal beast

slowing to swallow me

and take me away

back to the other world

where I don’t belong either


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