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At King Street station,
two black sneakers
sit perpendicular
on the tracks to Tacoma.
Without an owner
they belong to
the steel on steel
waiting to be
decimated
by the next train.
Or maybe
they belong to a ghost
who’s standing in them
arms akimbo anticipating
the blow
that will propel her
out of limbo.

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