• Gary Hunter

The Ride Between - Jan. 28, 2021

at least once

everyone should wait

for a small-town train at night

where shadows sit on friendless benches

crickets skitter and bounce two tone chants off the platform

and the wind is missing resting after a busy day


perfect quietness becomes pure aloneness

too soundless to not stay awake

too quiet to not hope for sound


then a soft headlight rounds the bend

the triple horn blast shatters the silence

a moment of genuine warmth

for a noisy metal beast

as it slows to swallow

and take me away


back to that other world

where I sometimes wonder

if I belong either

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