Mermaids That Remain

The train horn blows, awakening me. Amtrak to Philadelphia, rumbling and cursing down the tracks, a tamed dragon.

I dreamed of the sea, even though though it is now filthy and slick. It still stretches forever. Mermaids that remain still sing.

Philadelphia by train, cramped and sleepless, would still be going to the sea. What is remains in mountains broken and humbled, on venom left in the taking?

I close my eyes, try to sleep again. The venom that took the mountains stings my dreams, taken even that escape.

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