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Rail Station Bohemia The first image, A gray beret. The last, a train Departing a station. White smoke rising. Faces on a platform Call your name, And you fear the Platform will collapse Under its weight. The train pulls Away, pushing into A vast nothing---The same reliable train Your ancestors once Boarded to flee---Ironing out the tracks As it winds through The flat expanse. The last car passes And the rails detach, Soaring to a gray sky.
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