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Hopping a Freight Train in Wheeling

The freight train puffs a veil of smoke into the night. The iron rails rumble. Be still. Now. There it is, the engine's call, fading To the distance. Between shadows, a lean figure grips tight to the rolling steel, His pack worn low on his back, and now he's gone Wholly, into the night. I stand alone by the coal yard, I do not dare speak Or move. I listen. The train bends away into its own darkness, And I lean toward mine.

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Date: 4/22/2024 10:35:00 AM
The ephemeral nature of human bonds and the accompanying loneliness is well captured in your poetry, Don. The contact with the strange man on the freight train is fleeting, and the whole thing centers on that one moment.
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