Train Sound

I wonder why I heard the train today.
Inversion in the atmosphere can bring
the whistle from the tracks that edge the bay,
but weathermen have not said anything
of variance. The rails are miles away
(like two point five by crow or seagull wing).
The train sound’s rare. The volume wasn’t strong,
but serenaded like a pleasing song.

(Ottava Rima)

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