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LOVE TRAIN

for D’Andra

My bowl brimming with pretzels,

the snack you wanted least,

I slid open the door of our sleeping car

where we had been enjoying the country rushing by,

as if we were the first two people

to look down into the valleys and see

bright necks of pines stretch across farms

and streams to the groves they once cradled.

You had asked for Earl Grey cookies

sandwiched around buttercream or marshmallows

made of chocolate, but all the tea bags had been dunked

and the chocolate melted over biscotti.