The Train Poem by soren Barrett
The Train
Frozen in time, are not we all cemented in the moment with shadows of the past, lingering memories, some dark others lighter as they fade into the present.
Stuck, unable to move drug along in this train, looking out windows as images pass. A blur, here and gone the pleasant and the banal, slums and garbage heaps. We travel until darkness obscures our vision and we sleep.
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