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The Tunnel
by Anonymous

There is a stop
somewhere on this route,
where weather and people
cannot be cruel.

I know a girl
who lives there now-
though she paid more
than she should have
for her ticket.

I picture her there...
as in a photograph-
a bright contrast to the darkness
around her-captured in an instant.
She tilts her head
and grins, as people should,
at something sweet, and secret,
just for her.

And while I wish
and wonder what to do,
now that she's caught the
early train,
I find a silent solace in the thought,
perhaps she's saving a seat
for the rest of us.

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