Lolly Willowes heard the goods train
Panting along at night, in the woods, a sound reprobated by
man
I know that sound. I have heard it too,
As a child, hiding behind a door, knowing it was the sound
of a parade passing by
Something I loved was there, tied up,
I’ve heard it since then too, familiar, never welcome, a
warning
But maybe I should learn to follow it, like Lolly,
Join the parade, not to rescue the kidnapped, but to go
where it is being taken
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