The rattle and shake
The satin hush of rolled steel,
Morning is like silk.
Lives parallel
Like rails, as long as my dreams,
Earth toned, infinite.
As day drips along
My train window shows me scenes
Of joy and sorrow.
Rolling, I cannot
Escape the laughter of sky
And sheltering clouds.
The woman shrouded
By the light that never dies
Holds out open arms.
The ten year old will
Not recite the famous pledge
Until justice reigns.
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