Poem – Absentia #3

I followed the train tracks
westward – the land flattened
before heading deep into the
mountains – I see them from
the boxcar.

I jumped into this one
outside of Carson City
just before midnight –
running from behind
an abandoned shack,
the slow roll of the train.

Where is the Train?
Where is the Train?

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