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Train
- Red Hen Press
- Chapter
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45 Train I catch only a glimpse of the face I love, flickering at the window, as I stand in the weeds with my boxes. If only we could stop the train long enough to exchange our gifts, who would mind the parting then, embracing on the iron step, holding each other’s faces still, for one minute— then the whistle opens like a scream, the wheels grab the rails, and the body of white steam rises. ...
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