Parallel to our path
the tracks ran along
the field full of summer
promising with cool breezes
The locomotive sounded its warning
offering no passage
with speed and heat
there was no return
Cut off
standing on the bank
the crystal sky blue water
stretched into the future
Seeing the sandy bottom
not knowing the depth
assessing our progress
could the distance be swum
Diving in
would there be shallows for resting
I turned to see
did you follow
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