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May 2013
when a train is coming
that isn’t
stopping you know
because the
station windows shudder
slightly
vibrating as if rain
hits them
but there isn’t any
a screaming
of brakes that strain
under
the weight of it
heaving
sighing shrieking as
it advances
no haste just speed
a horn
blares its final warning
passing
through at breakneck
speed
its engine churning
making
way to its terminus
wheels
crushing and bruising
the earth
below the moaning
pitches higher
a gust blows
over
******* the noise
dry


but, I missed that one.
Written by
Anthony McKee  Belfast
(Belfast)   
597
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