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All Aboard

Abandoned box cars, relics from the 1950s, in Hogansville, Ga.




On sleepless nights,

I lie in bed and hear the train

Screaming down tracks of rusted iron.

It blows on by at 1 in the morning,

It returns at 3 and then again at 4.


As the conductor's whistle groans,

Like a lonely baritone blaring in the night,

I am reminded of all those friends

over the years,

who blew in and out of my life.


Some meant more than others,

They burned brightly for a time,

Then faded to black,

Their voices no longer heard.


I am left with the memories.

Of tender words,

And broken promises of forever.

They blow in,

And out of my life.

On sleepless nights.


© July 6, 2011.

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Taken on July 6, 2011