I took a train
And watched along the way
The trees they ran
Past this stationary man
Hadn’t gone far
A sandwich in the dining car
Wanted to stay
To absorb the sway
A quick nap
A quicker game of cards
Because I can
No traffic jam
Thousands of pounds moving
The same direction. Facts.
Perpetual are the stories gained
Like a hobo on the tracks
Enter a mountain
Plunge out of the light
This deep dark tunnel
Echoes ancient dynamite
Consider the design
The slow curving line
Timber and iron
Connect cities and mines
Billionaires made
Resources shared
Advancement of culture
The cost of lives not spared
Jobs and pollution remain
Dichotomy attacks
Perpetual are the stories gained
On these vagabond tracks
By Royce Waxenfelter
3/18/23
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