Experiences Never Tasted (Classic Poem Series #3)

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I believe I wrote this in college, though I’m not entirely sure. 

Experiences Never Tasted

The train speeds along
like a black wolf,
howling smoke
to the belly of the sky,

and I look out the window
to see it slice across the land,
thinking that I have never
been clasped in its dark claws.

As it moves farther away,
I pour a cup of shadow
and drink to the evening
and to experiences never tasted.

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