Train Tracks

the ring of the train’s whistle
as it’s coming down the tracks
miles in the distance
I’ve heard that thing my entire life
never been free of it
I swear
on a clear night
I’ll hear it and I could be five
I could be 10
I could be thirty

that sound
is the canvas my life is painted on
stroke after stroke
hour after hour
whistle after high-pitched whistle

and to think
there was a time
that I was discouraged
from walking its tracks

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