Everytkme the train stops
The lights and sounds inside go dark
Like its a crisis
It slows and the track lights are blink
The aisleway and is not visible
And darkness descends abruptly
Like something is over
And we must get off
The lights come back
And my head leans against
The little bit of window I have
The sun is going slow in leaving
So Pink colors the quickly passing
View
A bridge has been abandoned below it
And unplanned and adventurous green burst from below it
Abandoned by us filled in by them
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