waiting for the train
to take me to my next
destination.
leaving behind what was.
i look down the track,
beyond the curve of woods,
i see the plume of smoke
from the stack.
i hear the whistle,
the sound of the wheels
grinding to a stop.
i hear the conductor yelling
all aboard. all aboard.
i'll get on again. it's what i do.
arriving and leaving.
i'm a traveling man.
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