the train's presence blows her hair
as the sleeping dust on the tracks
run to meet her face.
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she wants time to slow
and the aftenoon to go by fast;
she indecisively decides
to take the second train.
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She wonders how they're doing.
are they having fun in the cold; she
wonders if they're tasting the bitter
wind against their harsh tongues;
or if they feel the amount of angst
and anger she does, currently.
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She tastes the quiet breeze
against her sweet tongue, back aching
in thought, her mind and eyes blurring
out what's happening right now:
on the train she's on.