Monday, January 11, 2010

Ghost Train



I pick up a rusted spike, passed to mine from a hand now dead. A trainless tunnel arches overhead. Rails and ties pass from memory to dust. Faint, a whistle sounds.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

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