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Train dreams

Gazing up
through glass and metal,
breath and shiver shifts.

Randolph and State wavers
slipping easily
into dreams of Saint-Lazare.

Carried song
enfolds and enlivens,
painting screens of borrowed passion.

Peacock’s glow,
yearningly extends;
passing through scarred and bulky wood.

Which reality?
Which gift,
which station and destination?

What sadness,
what triumphant independence,
shall lead me from this platform?

Into joy.

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