While in the hospital a couple of weeks ago, my room was on the 4th floor facing the highway. The train would go by almost every hour day and night. I found it very soothing.
December winter, the night peace broken. Pulling in a deep drag, a wee sound spoken, Unseen considerable distance, recurrent roar Of a train's vibration snaking on the rail score A serpent devouring the expanse of space, With its deafening thundering roar race Of its whistle warnings, the closer it nears. Approaching road crossing the ditch lights appear, Metal wheels rhythmic clatters over the rail ties As it flies by, if saying, Hello. Good-bye. 1/3/2021
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