By Ibby Grace
On The Train
Mystic glyphs of graffiti adorn
Columns supporting workaday bridges
Whose large arcs quietly echo
Stacked truck fenders
And the curve of the creek nearby.
My chest swells with the warmth
I know is named affection
When I see my land’s geometry
From the window of this train.
Ibby rides the train as a form of self-care ❤
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