Night Train

On this night I hear again an engine’s rumble in the distance.
A whistle shatters the silence, calling me to behold.
I go out to watch the boxcars,
the logos, the graffiti, the locomotion.
As I nearer the train, the trembling of the wheels
against metal becoming deafening,
as it comes around the bend, light shatters the darkness.
The track is revealed, but my eyes are blinded.
The track seems to stretch
endlessly into the distance, the train
so far away.
So I step onto the track and stare into
the light,
and it shatters me.

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