Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

The Nickel Plate

The scent of you is made from summer and places where railroads cross and creosote bleeds from ties as old as our intention. I once knew you here, kicking slag ballast and jumping from rail-to-rail. This is where we dreamed of smashing pennies and dimes for fortune as we listened to the low rumble of engines pounding through our chests in their own resonant rhythm.
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