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Outbound Midnight

Saint Paul, 28 September 2003

A long splinter shades
the outbound midnight
The steadfast marching panes
of an empty train
Nightlife whistles by
over packed gravel ties

Holding fast billowing bags
knotted on fence wire
A silent vocabulary
of abandoned postcards
Unrealized vacation plans
lost in a sidetrack mailbag