doesn't go through the nice parts
of towns.
where the parks
are,
where the lake is,
where the architecture
is pleasing
to the eye, where
the streets are clean.
where everything
is organized
no,
the train goes elsewhere,
it rolls
on the edges,
where the factories
smoke,
where the rusted cars
lie abandoned,
where the shacks lean
in the wind.
where the yards are dirt,
and the dogs
bark all night.
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