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TRAIN STATION
TRAIN STATION
Ryan Swofford
The drunken orange glow of
the sea-sky at dawn
and the whistling of the wind
in my stomach, waiting
for the train to blow thru
At the train station
I sit on the rainy ground
with sweat and salt
on my hands
from nervous-belly laughing
for the train to blow
its whistle
For the train
to come home
for me
Rainy
Oregon mountains where
I sit in the dark, playing the
blues and where you and I
first touched
plush lips
and smelled rose petals
that fell in the night
Waiting now, in the drunken dusk
for black steel rail
to scream
I’m coming home
Waiting for the train
to come home
for me
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