Listening to the Trains at Night- A poem.

Sometimes, it sounds like
they are singing—

like willow trees, fingers plucking,
pulling steel harp strings,

miles and miles long,
stapled to the countryside

by iron fingernails.

Featured Image by kishjar? under Creative Commons.

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