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Fifteen Minutes on Foot over Tracks
you are so loved
like a drug tugging
toward that Portland train
pining to climb between
the halted cars
to touch the rusty cold
of poles with clammy grasp
not bothered by thoughts
of stopped cars
lurching
starting
wheels squealing on
smooth steel
worn by the weight
of unfathomable
crushing
freight
tonight, you drive
This poem first appeared on November 13, 2023.
A moment’s walk from where you were, there is a train museum where they allow you climb into the engine working historic steamers, or ride one down the Willamette and back. It’s a dream come true for a train lover.
https://orhf.org
Not bad an attempt. And many may like what is done with the diction here. I like it.