I didn't drive you to the airport
two years ago
but I'm going to pick you up now.
You'll have to be a cardboard box
or I'll have to become something soon
before I get there.
But maybe I'm a cargo train
and I know a bunch of you
though they're really all just you.
Really we're alone on the tracks.
While some of you were left across the sea,
and the tracks go straight ahead for miles.
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These are desolate and dazzling. I love them. Knockout punches.
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