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At the Locomotive Museum
By David Thornbrugh
All that remains of the great train station
are these two bronze goddesses
turned emerald, perhaps representing
Truth and Justice, perhaps only Arrival
and Departure, bullet-holed and ragged,
cast up like broken sea shells
on a beach of cold concrete.
Deep in shadows of their own making,
rows of steam locomotives stand
in an odor of old grease.
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