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The Buried Train

Written by: Robert Bly | Biography
 Tell me about the train that people say got buried
By the avalanche--was it snow?--It was
In Colorado, and no one saw it happen.
There was smoke from the engine curling up Lightly through fir tops, and the engine sounds.
There were all those people reading--some From Thoreau, some from Henry Ward Beecher.
And the engineer smoking and putting his head out.
I wonder when that happened.
Was it after High School, or was it the year we were two? We entered this narrow place, and we heard the sound Above us--the train couldn't move fast enough.
It isn't clear what happened next.
Are you and I Still sitting there in the train, waiting for the lights To go on? Or did the real train get really buried; So at night a ghost train comes out and keeps going.
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