Ooh, "the cool pane of forgetting." Nice! I also loved your telling of the 5:45 a.m. sighting.
This just popped in this morning ... first new poem in a while. It feels good ... thanks for commenting.
It seems now as though that was another time entirely. Sad that so many have missed it.
Yes, I don't think Amtrak carries quite that mystique. It was another time and so many things I loved about it are disappearing ...
Oh, I've lived this poem. This jogs memories. So poignant.
trains and memory go hand in hand ... :)
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