In a timeless place
Where trains pull no more
And a tunnel arches
Above rails that rust
A forgotten spike
Passes to mine
From a hand now dead.
Soft, a whistle blows.
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The thrum of rain in the gutters, the swish of tires on the street, the purr of my cat are music enough.
©2013 by Janalyn Voigt