in the cold air tonight
clickclack and foghorns tonight
blarer of all elephant warning off the tracks
Relax, you're in your bed
teeth brushed.
You've left the window open
is all. Flip a switch.
If tomorrow comes,
To be on that train-
Tickets are sold in advance
rain outside, or shine,
still;
The train is gone.
The tracks empty, wide and warm.
The plants are going back to sleep
and milkseed float overmuch
of grassy hill
Still, listen
bucketsful
through the window
on the sill.
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