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Not the express train – The uneventful Quick-trip to decay We’re on the Limited; Confined within limits On life’s platform Night watching Brief recognition vanishing outlines Illuminated windows, They stare ahead Silhouetted profiles against flashing light Glimpsing the gold coins of The Paradise Express We remain for the day As we see ourselves Age and wisdom In separate cars On that same track Tearing through A landscape of Scattered grace
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
The Life Limited
Not the express train – The uneventful Quick-trip to decay We’re on the Limited; Confined within limits On life’s platform Night watching Brief recognition vanishing outlines Illuminated windows, They stare ahead Silhouetted profiles against flashing light Glimpsing the gold coins of The Paradise Express We remain for the day As we see ourselves Age and wisdom In separate cars On that same track Tearing through A landscape of Scattered grace
To the train that passes my rural NY home
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
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