The Trains I Know
The trains I know
seek solitude
in darkness,
they wear
wind and cold
with pride,
are never
lonely.
Sometimes they
sing too loud,
or mourn
harshly a
star’s fall, but
they never
deny their
purpose: to
draw between
and connect,
to witness and
serve, to bear
and endure
our unsought
burdens
to the end.
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“The Trains I Know” was first published in RiverLit in 2013.
O at the Edges 
I don’t know how, but you just made me love trains more with this piece.
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I’ve always loved the sound of trains at night. So mysterious. And wistful.
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