Railroad to the Island of Long

In the belly of the beast I sit,
It’s quiet purr resonating;
Waiting.

On tracks of steel it glides,
Seats reverberating with the low hum
Of it’s metal heart;
Moving.

A rapid, rhythmic beat resounds
As it rushes to it’s destination.
Metal on metal, it slides to a screeching halt;
Arriving.

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