The Ways of Trains

I hear the engine pounding
in triumph down the track—
trains that take away the ones you love
and then they bring them back!

trains take away the ones you love
to worlds both strange and new
and then, with care and courtesy,
they bring them back to you.

The engine halts and sniffs and snorts,
it breathes forth smoke and fire,
then snatches crowded strangers on—
and leaves what you desire.
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