Here is a simple, powerful poem about the persistence of memory. It is by Dana Robbins, from her collection AFTER THE PARADE, published by Moon Pie Press in 2020. Copyright 2020 by Dana Robbins. Used with permission. Like A Freight Train Passenger trains, with names like The Phoebe Snow, The Owl, The New York Mail, made their last ride through New Jersey in 1961, leaving only freight trains. The brick station house was abandoned. This is a secret way, my sister said, as we scrambled down the hill through the long grass, darted across the railroad tracks, then came up the other side, no faster than walking across the bridge but more exciting. 1969, my sister left home for forbidden paths as the seventies reverberated like a freight train through my teenage soul. I searched for her in the light of joints shared with friends in the empty depot, our secret hideaway, which vibrated as the Erie-Lackawanna thundered by in the dark.
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