People always talk on trains
Present are the poets
Writing in the looking car
A natural impulse-
Like the smell of coffee spilled in coach seats
The monotonous hum harmonizing our chatter as we sing along
to the silent roar of our
thoughts rolling aside the tracks.
Such a natural impulse to be-
writing.
It's the effect of exchanging-
faces
spaces
places
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The Silent Singer 