Warnings of snow seem a ruse
the solid cold amplifies
the train as though it runs
through the head
and what if down were up
and versa, vices
we all have one, or two…
numbers calm
orderly tranquilizers
three, four, five…
why must there be a difference
between rising and sinking
the steel must warm
beneath the wheels












Good luck in Rob's contest...But even more than that, congratulations on being his Friend. Be well, Poet. 
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