I am listening to the dark of night.
I hear a train pass—
—the tracks groaning.
—the rumble of wheels.
—the call of a horn.
My mind fills with the vision of a gate.
I see a train slowly pass by.
I am protected by the warning lights.
I stop my engine as I wait.
My headlights go out.
I return to the dark.
The cold night no longer drives my thoughts.
I wait to sleep and my mind drifts away.
The morning is filled with sound.
I reflect on the night’s events.
I reflect on my vision of the road.
In the light I see a world of action.
I watch the sun climb the sky alone.
W. Wayne B.
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