Storm
Storm
In New York City
The Silver Star
Derails
At the height of the storm
Winds strike
Snow flakes coat the tracks
Stick and crystallize
Sparks ignite
Down trees
Hover over power lines
Thick, gray, foggy smoke
Atop a ball of flames
The sky—masked
Windows nearly burst and collapse
Train off the tracks
Hope fails
Passengers weep and their hearts beat speedily
Shook by numerous injuries
At once the train stops
Hours past
Trains dispatched
Rushed to emergency rooms
Miami trip delayed
Warm sand
Beach umbrellas
And palm tress
Await
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
09/01/19
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