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Chicago to D.C.
We’re taking the long way,
following a locomotive
in the VIP seats.
The diesel engines don’t smoke,
or steam or puff,
they just go.
On the locomotive
there are no safety belts
on the seats.
Accidents happen.
When a train derails outside of town,
people come to see.
I don’t think about whether
we’ll make it to D.C.
I’m already planning what we’ll do
where we’ll go
what to see.
It’s not faith.
The engine goes on
and we wait,
the trembling cars
following the train.