Trip MAG

December 2, 2008
By Kofi Bofah BRONZE, Media, Pennsylvania
Kofi Bofah BRONZE, Media, Pennsylvania
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On an uneventful trip
Complicated by problems,
A man threw himself onto the tracks,
And a fire broke out.
The train slowed to a stop;
Everyone poured out.
In mid-July,
Clouds boiled away by the sun,
A fire blazed,
Polluting the clear blue sky with orange and gray.
We passengers sat and waited.
The air cooled.
Night drew close.
The train moved into darkness.



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on Nov. 6 2009 at 2:49 pm
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