train

how the words are pressed down flat
as trains under snowclouds with a same

thin urgency none of the breaking forth how
we want to hear them lift out of this tunnel

of a barometric stifle how into some flood
downhill to how complex little life-stations

smog and history for the rushing

all along the valley dragging at live prey
sucking it in

a live burial

a sheer shriek tells you
if you know of such things

soon it will snow

a valley and a train and a words
flat out with the waiting
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