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Memory and hope.

The railroad tracks--hear them? They are silent right now. You know the Conrail engine will shirr the rails this afternoon. Or, if you have a mind this way, you recall guiding your hands up the loose-fitting sleeves of a woman's blouse as a train shook sense into the window panes. Now now, that was years ago. Listen to the train tracks, consider that those silent narrowing rails pinching off at the horizon never do actually touch, like lovers who have sweated into each other's skin, but who finally say: I don't know you. I have no idea who you are. Though they want to be loved.

There will be a train, there has always been a train to claim today with noise and numbers. Listen:
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Author:Swift, Doug
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:Mar 1, 1993
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