Coming to America
Isabel Sutter
long nights atop
railroad cars
the hum-whistle-hum of the tracks
skid-slide-skid around the lofty bends
singing songs
of together
banded close
in the cool, violet nights
smoke sweeping up around
singing songs of home though
uncertain where it is
letting the song
low and mournful
lull us off
to sleep
Here's to hoping
we never wake up
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