Overcoat Knows
Into the station
a train is coming
click, clack, clicker,
choo, choo,
toot...toot
you
show the shared
lives of time and history
When you are coming to me
--If money hadn't slipped through us,
love would not have faded
or tarnished--
Put one foot on the train stairs,
grabbed the handle with,
one hand and bowed head
like words with eyewash,
following a slow-moving train: i
one point; you remains
Frozen snows on the ground,
left and staying
overcoat fell over it
like all know.
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