Poetry · Writing

Haunted

It’s on a one way path

never off track

only passenger.

Ghost train.

The harrowing steel wheels

lift into screaming black

nowhere.

Window seat flash

children playing with armless

action figures.

Beer belly man

walking

a German Shepherd.

A woman on her wedding day;

peach ball gown tracing the cracks along the sweat filled sidewalk.

The train makes no stops.

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