the vibration moves up from the wheels on the tracks and
into the train car in which I sit, vibrations too uneven to predict until they
hit, others on this southbound train seemingly unaware of it or could not care,
the man with the cane, maybe or the woman with the baby carriage with the dog
where the baby should be, the young girl with purple hair and red eyebrows or
the old man with a cap from a war no one else in the car recalls except for me,
we all vibrating together, stuck side by side in this journey we know will not
lead to a happy end, the train and its vibrations, all we have, giving us some
sense of passage we might miss without it
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