Ghost Train
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Barry Middleton
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In dreams I ride the ghost train,
and I am rocked to sleep.
When the train passes into night,
I review my minor sins.
I ask forgiveness from unseen gods
who seem preoccupied.
I cross over imagination's river,
reliving past loves.
At midnight I come to the station;
the train fades to black.
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