[Poem a Day] “Round Trip”

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It feels odd to think of spending any elongated amount of time somewhere I can’t hear the trains howl.

Don’t get me wrong, I know they exist, it just feels strange. It’s just a sound that’s just so deeply ingrained in my head as something I hear when I’m at home that it’s become a comfort whenever I hear that low hoot in the distance. It’s never far from most of the places I go when I want to think, get coffee, shop around – my favorite bar is literally three blocks away from a train station.