Solace

Posted: September 11, 2011 in transliteration
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I found it wedged between a busy highway glutted with shitty drivers
and a well trafficked set of train tracks that the Amtrak takes through the mountains
nestled under a busy airport air strip that’s a sizable regional transfer hub.

The drinking fountain has long since been disconnected
and the tables are damp with mildew.
A dilapidated, weather worn shack sits across the concrete plastered with signs forbidding my natural curiosity
and no one ever stops there

except me.

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