breath spreading through my belly—
standing on the train
Asleep on the train—
an upside-down umbrelladangles from her hand
Speeding between stops,
blur of walls through the windows—a train underground
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On a train at dawn
we burst out of a tunnel—mountains of blue clouds!
Clattering of rails
and some ripe basso gossip—three men ride standing
Through the rear window
I watch where the train just wasrush away from me
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