Train Ride


Suddenly, the movement stops
and with a hiss and clang
the doors pull open
and light
sears across your face
and cool air
fills your lungs
and thoughts of food
dance about.


Isn’t this how all journeys
should be?
Such expectation of arrival
and desire – just to get off?


Only its death that’s
here to greet you.
And each dog’s bark
seems to say,
“Hurry up, you’ve arrived!”


History wishes to embrace you.

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