the trains ponderous metallic
shudders, a discordant
soundtrack to clouds
heavy on the western horizon.
in the east a royal blue
sky is pushing over the mountains.
it is too early to be awake
so I let my eyes close.
the clouds have brought the
memory of how invariably it
would rain when you left.
I wonder where you are
leaving from this time
.
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