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at the train’s blaring
i pause reading the poem book
a haiku moment… 🦊❤️
It was pouring snow outside the window near my warm seat where I was reading a book of haiku. Candles were flickering and the blanket over my legs felt wonderful. A live cam of a train crossroads in Deshler Ohio made no sound except the rustling of a flag in the wind. Snow was falling there too. The faint blaring of a train’s horn caused me to pause and travel there… 🦊❤️