Train Of Thought Poem by Ivan Ng1
Train Of Thought
Something is approaching.
Clink! Clank! Clunk!
I attempt to stand where the doors open.
A rush of warm air overcomes me as I look for a seat.
Every time the doors open again I am closer to home.
Looking down at the city gives me an illusion of power.
'This is Halsted. This is an Orange Line train to Midway.'
A rush of cold air overcomes me.
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8/7/2026 8:51:22 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
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