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BACK LOT

with a quiet

ground beneath

and wide blue skies

overhead,

a time worn

red chipped

clapboard sided

railroad station

struggles to stand

 

chain locked doors

weeds between tracks,

broken glass and

tin cans

 

no engines

or cars to tow

no steam

or water,

only dry

unforgiving winds,

blowing flat

over the past

of nevermore