This train leaving the state
carries no saints.
No matter which way you face
all headed the same way.
The porter walks backwards
to the caboose, and as the train
slows to round a curve,
jumps.
She’ll take her chances improvising
in a real river.
essays, poems, cartoons – since 2007
This train leaving the state
carries no saints.
No matter which way you face
all headed the same way.
The porter walks backwards
to the caboose, and as the train
slows to round a curve,
jumps.
She’ll take her chances improvising
in a real river.
Sometimes it’s best to get off the train.
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The one that never stops.
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