This train
Two engines and nine passenger cars
Groaning up Cuesta Grade
Heading north out of San Luis Obispo
Passing in and out of tunnels
Curving through the lush landscape high above
Up the mountain
Completely immersed in green
This train and its vibrations
Take me in the only direction that matters
To my wanderlust imagination
Away
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