Not a train crash.
Just a slight adjustment of points on the track
And the scenery starts to change.
Quite subtle really.
We were on one journey
And then we’re on another.
I can still see the old track
And us sitting on that train.
The train has the same pace.
We’re sitting comfortably for now.
Wonder where it’s going?
We never do know, of course.
Purple Lady Poetry 
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