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Residue of Love

Mojo on the train

They were two bullet trains
headed for one another
A furiously spinning yin and yang
It all came down to one moment

It is really just a fraction of a moment
as the speeding trains pass each other
Two lovers, each on the different trains
pass within feet of each other

It is really just a fraction of a second
It seems to be over in an instant
yet that instant was a door
into a long elaborate story

For the briefest millisecond
the two lovers were an arm’s length apart
but then they and their trains passed
leaving only a faint residue of love

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