Slowly the square metal front moves closer
Lights useless blazing into the sunlight
Small windows with a driver sipping hot chocolate
Gazing intently at the green light
All is ready to go
A bird breaks its flight path
To avoid the oncoming silver snake
The ground shakes enough to tickle
The soles of my feet
A dull rumbling sound moves toward me
Accompanied by its creator
It is so solid firm strong definite
The air starts to move pushed forward
A blast of the horn is a fitting last tribute
I step forward
The light turns red
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