March 2, 2007

• peering out the window.  gazing out the window, i see a train.  a red train, rolling past.  and as it goes there is smoke coming out the top, streaming by.  grey smoke, or is it steam?  dissolving into the air, back to nothing.  one minute there is this clearly defined line, trailing off the edge of the top of the train and the next minute it is nothing -- thin air.  maybe it is a bus, rolling down the street, then suddenly pulling over to pick up passengers, some old lady, and the bus makes that sound and sinks to the ground so she can step aboard, then rises back up.  she pays the fare, and off it goes again.

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