I hear a whistle
in the distance
and realize
that there are
freight train tears
running down
salty tracks
on my face.
Moving
so fast
I can't catch them.
But I chase
after them
anyway,
open arms
in an open field,
under an
eye blue sky
punctuated
with white clouds
that float away
with a
sigh of wind.
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