A Train Through England

Alexis Marcuvitz, Lincoln, MA

I sit in my seat, one of many
looking out my right hand window
watching rolling hills, palaces, and the Thames river
run past me

As we chug along the track
made of rusty steel, and old wood
I dream of the city,
bright lights and vast sound all around me for miles,
places I've explored, places I've experienced,
or only dreamed about,
places I will never see again,

Suddenly I realize ...
and the next stop I get off

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