Stationed

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At the station
I waited on the bluffs on the edge
On my tippy toes
Watching trains depart
The fumes they produced left a lingering
People marking their farewells with the perfect timing of the universe
I was still
But everything was constantly moving and in a blur
I sensed the space between the spinning of the earth
And I fell in love with the comings and the goings.

By Janell Hihi

Copyright@2016

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One thought on “Stationed

  1. The comings and goings, I’m convinced it is the only reason why I exist. Great poem Janell! Oh and the picture is perfect… “tippy-toes”

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