Wind Train

Wind Train

All this early morning the wind
quakes in the arms of the lingering night,
like an unseen freight train its noise
and vibration rend the dark-quiet.

Any moment, I think, it can crack
through the walls of our room.
Our two bodies rattled from sleep,
will be gathered up in the thunderous roar
and flung back and forth in a climax of sound.

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