Cowgirl's Waking
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It is pitch black
outside
I can feel
the slip of tracks
beneath train wheels
My seat rocking slowly
left
then
right
like the body
of a boat
It is quiet now:
the silence of 60 sleeping people
curled cocoon like
in boat seats
The sun won't be up
for hours...
Then it will be orange sun
bursting over flat lands in Nevada
Tumble weeds
and
sun rise
I am lost
in a cowgirl's waking
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