It was the 24-car golden Maharaja
turquoise and gold / jet night blue
and steaming it ran along
the beach at midnight we were so lucky to see it
adorned in our plastic rain ponchos
And briefly our quarrel about the
two too tall choreographers
was forgotten as she
bravely puffed on
through the sand and surf
We were lifted out of ourselves
by the fireworks and the
glittering
locomotive
celebration
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