Stations

Stations, by Harvey MuddExcerpt from Stations.

I hear souls crying
In the belly of the train,
But it is only steam;
And I run in the bulb darkness,
Threading among the sailors
Who crowd along the platform
Toward Japan;
And as I climb
The silver steps,
The highball sweeps
Its candle arc in air,
Forward we lurch….

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