to roll
slowly,
to take his time
along
the rails as we slip
through
towns,
past graveyards
of rusted
cars,
past farmland.,
churches,
over trestles,
and lakes.
tell the engineer
it's okay
if we're late.
we're in no hurry.
it's not about the
destination,
but the journey.
arrival
can wait.
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