Best Poem of Pablo Cruise

Train Home
Train at the station
Somewhere to go
Stand on the platform
Hear the whistle blow
Hand on my ticket
Anxious to roam
Eyes in the distant
Visions of home
Contoured and streamlined
Fine silvery shot
Eastbound intentions
Not easily forgot
Mind on your form
One foot on board
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Barefoot Summer
Do you remember the calls home from behind the screen?
When our days were full of anything
Skinny, brown, half clothed without their consent
Feet as black as slate

Can you hear their voices shout from beyond the fence?
A pre-pubertal wakeup call
Focusing long enough just to get outside,
To . . .
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