Spirited Away

Thoughts flash past the windows
of this cold metal box,
Hurtling on to the next room,
Crowded funnels of life,
Where I imagine lovers pacing
and workers waiting,
Alone and
clutching bags that
contain their hearts and souls,
Tapping their feet to
unknown, unheard rhythms,
As all around them
others are spirited to
field and concrete jungle,
Lifted away to where
dreams are born and die,
Nightmares punctuating the
steady clunk of misshapen
steel,

And another day on the trains
passes by.

railroadtrack

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