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(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

LIFE

What is it but a mad dash? A stumble through the darkness? A bashed knee upon the pavement? A “fuck you” in the bitterness and a knife in the throat? A smile in the halls of the office.

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CHOO CHOO

Yes, I love the trains.

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MAYBE WE’D DUCK

C’mon, tell me…

If you and I found ourselves sharing a coupling of brewskies over the flaming fields of Armaggedon, what the hell would we be talking about?

Maybe the latest U2 record and George Bush’s foreign policy.

Maybe we’d just swap photos of our kids and duck while the sulfur rained down around us.

TRAINS

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(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

I live right next to the train tracks. I love to hear the trains rumble by. Freight trains. The house shakes. I can feel the vibrations against the wall. When they barrel through, I wish they would go on for hours. It’s like the pouring rain. There are days when I wish the rain would pour and pour and pour and pour and… I wish the trains were eternal.

Sometimes I imagine what would happen if they jumped the tracks. It would be instantaneous. Think of all that tonnage crashing through the timbers of this house. (Did you know that tonnage had two “n’s”??) The shattering glass. The powdered cement and drywall.

And I, smeared into the earth as a rose petal beneath the thumb of a child. A tiny mite, arched in red across the concrete, without notice.

I tell you, I love the trains.