Love at the Western Pacific


the b n m 5

…If love was a train I think I would ride a slow one

 

Mechanical giant, iron beast,

isn’t it strange…

how you find your release.

Racing down the track.

Holding ¬†on to another’s back.

Hot off the rail.

Many a yard’s master have tried to harness you.

Many have failed.

Conductor coats,

Porter news,

shades of azure hues…

heritage in the rear-view.

And,

the past going by from time to time.

The memory is a hard line.

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