Poetry Friday: Train in the Dark

Train in the Dark

I am like a train
moving in the dark

People think they see me
my headlights lighting the way
in the winter blackness

but do they notice
all the baggage I drag behind
as it fades into the distorted shadows
of midnight?

People think they hear me
my shrill whistle and clacking wheels
and creaking cars

but would they notice me
if I didn’t sound the whistle to say
“I’m here”?

I fly in a straight line
I find my way when night is thick

I am like a train
moving in the dark.

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