Departure

January 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

Collective memory of departing:
trains in black and white.
We dread their dreams, the heavy
chests and their steamy breaths.
Behind their windows, the one
who waves, or waves not.
And we take the bus instead,
and go home.
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