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The Dreams of Old Locomotives

whistle up the wind,blow grass under the warmblack belly of steel.
The clicking wheels are a songacross the heartland, a songof arrival, the lyricmovement of one place to the nextover tracks that bracethe low flat prairies, connectingscarce trees. Tracks that rollinto green hills. The wheels listone way and the other over talltrestles and five-step rivers,past the graveyards that skirtcities, crossing town over townnestled in the temporary lull of sleep.
The long whistle singsa lullaby tothe empty street where the streetlampguards the gray roof and the front porch.
Those who sit and watchthe signal light flash its brightred warning and feelthe rumble of the sleekheated body as it curvesalong the river must always wonder--Which direction, which directionand can I go in that direction, too?