COPE

Each car passes
slower and slower
linked in a tangle of iron
and motion.
I could reach out and
touch it.
There are words painted in bright colors
on the sides of each car,
names and places I don't know.
I imagine the steel would feel cool
against my fingertips
sliding by
wearing them away
until there's nothing left but bone.
I can feel its power
the vibrations pulsing
through my feet
up into my chest
synchronizing my heartbeat
with a racing rhythm
I used to know.
Steady beats
the light pulses at each break
flash
flashes by.
The light of a setting sun
rips across my eyes.

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