Station 26

Look       high      up there
      close to the crossway   a burrow
dry and safe     and    a mouse      mirror of me

Come on, we got a ride
south to Calistoga
get your pack

holding back        not answering   
reluctant     to continue           to meet          one        
 more stranger

Hey, LuLu!     you hear me?
hurry up    will ya           we got a good ride
and they wont wait forever, you know

Muck-clogs boots  gouge  into the freeway siding 
slowing my ascent      the backpack, fully laden,
pulls me   backward    into the darken crossing

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