Nighttime Magic

I recall there was a train track
In the front of my subdivision
And another one at the back

Getting to sleep was mostly cued
By the buzz of the last played song
Ringing along horns, setting the mood

The next blast typically came from afar
Inching closer as footsteps growing louder
Or echoing brilliant like a startling shooting star

Each town I lived in, houses slept
The train horn signals had come near
Making nighttime magic into dreams: recept

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