the whistle
of a distant train
lingers
in the lilting light
of early morning.
it awakens you,
as a kiss
would, whether
moving forward,
or leaving. each
with its
reward. it makes
you still,
keeps you where you
are a moment
longer,
until it's no longer
heard, or felt.
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