I rode the train from Ann Arbor to Chicago
excited for my look at a midwestern Autumn in motion.
The colors, without the lines of train tracks,
and dead leafless weeds,
dead broken branches, and discarded tires
knit a kaleidescope blanket through my pen.
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they became so slim
the shadows across my face
the autumn wind blows
shadows of a passing train
permanence on schedule
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