a line of boxcars paused between myself and the office.
i had no choice.
i climbed up onto it
and clambered through it,
swinging along the ledges and railings
and then jumping out onto the other side.
i didn't really want to.
jump, i mean.
i wanted to stay on.
i wanted to squat down on the end platform
and wait for the train to resume its journey;
i wanted it to spirit me off on an adventure.
but i was wearing a good pair of pants
and i know i mustn't get them all sooty.
and i had a job to get back to.
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