When that train arrives maybe
you’re the only bag they don’t grab

When that train comes maybe
the lights come on and heat floods
the room your heart is in

When that train rolls in maybe
you realize your world is their bag

When that train ready’s to leave
for trains are always leaving

And that engine is crying and that
horn is screaming and that platform
is shaking and the conductor is
waiting and that porter leans into
that wind and starts singing

Just remember . . .

Alone can be a road as long as track.

© Demitri Tyler

Excerpt from the book “Measuring For Balance”

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