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Picture
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Tuesday
October 8,
2024
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sleep
deprivation is a hell of a drug. you come to after
two nights in coach punch drunk and swaying with the
motion of the railcar as it switchbacks along
mountain pass. fall colors brighten the dirty window
as sunbeams
deepen forest shadow. the track follows river
mostly, spilling out of the hills on twin filaments
of steel. how many trains have lumbered through here
in 131 years?
47,815 if only one per day but they usually go both
directions, an endless exchange, everyone going the
wrong way. terrain flattens, water gathers,
straightaways lengthen and we pick up speed, tearing
the still air where fog hangs in limbo, like a ghost
at the door with no face, impossible to say if it's
coming in or going away. |