Somethings get locked in your brain
like the sound and the smell
of a steam train,
those beasts on wheels
that hiss and pump
shout out clickety click
as they roll over the tracks.
Trains with gusto and panache
the ones with carriages
where the doors shut with a friendly click
where windows slid up and down
on leather straps.
I would watch those mighty wheels
as they slipped
when they pulled away
then gripped like feet
ready to run,
then watch as they pulled away
heading into the Sun.
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Michael D.