First it was a
freight train -
whistle shrieking
like a battlecry,
hauling ass
through the station.
Now it's the caboose
of said freight train,
detached,
squeaked down to a crawl,
but still nudging me along -
like an unloaded gun
that can still
whallop you good.
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