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What is it about

the wailing

train at night?

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I would hop

a car with just enough

hay to make a pillow

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lie there swaying

full moon strobing

through the open doors

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can’t tell if it churns

north or south

I’m just passing through.

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©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(an old one from the ’70’s)

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Fly,  homing pigeon –

high above effects,

blood-stained battlegrounds,

crackling casinos,

robbers of graves,

the sweating of small stuff.

Ready, aim, soar

above the tallest tree

to the mountain top.

Fly home, Beloved –

your wings were made for this.

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(c) 1978, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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