That swirl like dervishes
Over the black asphalt
Trains that call out my name
Just when I need to hear them
Standing beside the tracks
To feel the wind upon my skin
Reminding me how alive I am
Poets that make me weep
While giving me hope
In a room full of strangers
Standing shoulder to shoulder
Having a collective heartbeat
That could deafen the world.
~Amber C. Smith (Autumn 2013)
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