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Fast
by Michael Estabrook
I stood and watched the train
go by fast, so fast,
a blurry streak
against the cold blackness
of the night, the stars above bright,
twinkling as stars do,
the snow below frozen hard, hard
as fossils beneath my feet.
I stood and watched the speeding train
thinking of my life going by fast, so fast,
a blurry streak like paint
smeared in a hurry
across eternity.
Fast
by Michael Estabrook
I stood and watched the train
go by fast, so fast,
a blurry streak
against the cold blackness
of the night, the stars above bright,
twinkling as stars do,
the snow below frozen hard, hard
as fossils beneath my feet.
I stood and watched the speeding train
thinking of my life going by fast, so fast,
a blurry streak like paint
smeared in a hurry
across eternity.
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