On Train Trestle
On Train Trestle
Bag Lady laid down her head on train trestle
Waiting for the locomotive
The bridge took on a new dimension
Iron and timber became her bed
As she bent with them
Her pillow was the rail
A candle nestled in one hand
A knife held in the other
They symbolized a need for love
Or her desire to simply die
It does not matter at this time
Enlightenment came over her
Rolled down the line like thunder
In the dead of night
On trestle train
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