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Rushing Headlong West This locomotive sways Wayfarers awake From faded cushions, Haggard velvet Memories of red. Once, a czarina rode In such a sleeper car. Now, Pepsi bottles mirror Birch trees-through Lace curtains, Yellow with cigar. This train no longer Takes them to specific Rendezvous. They Wipe the misted Window, but still Fog obscures the view. |
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