Cowgirl's Waking


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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