we rumble-clatter-rumble-clatter by
cracked grey barns
school buses in the yard
deer hobbyhorses support
falling sky
turkeys forage orts
we rumble-clatter-rumble-clatter by
hummock split ice skins
earth spits broken cars
snow striped furrows overflow
tarped boat chain gangs
hoisted high and dry wait
ice fingers point
buckshot birds bloom
against sky
we rumble-clatter-rumble-clatter by
Black-light purple sky last light
exposes all before the curtain falls.
Writing Bites 
You really capture that feeling of being inside the train looking out!
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Beyond well-portrayed!
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Splendid. I should like a train ride now, Susanne 🙂
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I highly recommend riding on trains. Like bookstores, they are full of romantic possibilities.
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Fabulous Susanne, I love the way you’ve captured the rhythm of the train in the rhythm of your words.
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I’m glad that came through, Andrea. There are a couple of lines that need fixing but overall I think I achieved the rhythm I was looking for.
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I would love to be on that train…
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I’ve taken that train route dozens of times but I never get tired of gazing out the window. always something new to see.
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I can hear it
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That’s a mighty-fine compliment, Derrick. Thank you.
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I am there and yet I’ve never seen the like. This is my highest praise
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Oh O! You are so generous with your comments. Thank you.
Traveling by train is my favourite way to get from A to B. I particularly love the butt end of the world you tend to see as you whiz by – all the back alleys and places you don’t see when you hurtle down a highway.
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I’m a chugga-choo-Choo girl too … and that is exactly why
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