The audacity of her sleep

She will stop and stand still when the train
passes by. She will listen to the wheels turn
and grind on their tracks. She will be wearing
a raincoat, dirty and used, although she is
well aware of it's physical state. Her hair is
frizzy and damp, but tied carefully in a bun.
And she hesitates when the rain taps her
shoulders; they will be more gentle than any
touch she's ever felt. As I come into view in my
brightly-lit cabin, I will look. Our eyes will
gather images of each other, and I will pass.
She will say to herself, "If I could afford that
train, I would, as well, pass by."

She Will Stop and Stand Still by Calvin

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