I could go south.
hop a train,
one bag of clothes.
some money
in my pocket.
lock the door
behind me and just
leave for a while.
ride the rails.
take the blue
highways.
see what hasn't
been seen.
I think this while
sitting watching
a train roll past
the line of cars.
the ding of the bell.
the striped post
keeping us
from crossing.
then the last car
swings by
and the thought
disappears, as does
the train.
its lights fading
in the fog.
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