at the turn-around point

how i decide to keep going
at the turn-around point
(white rock-gravel
under my running shoe’d feet)
because i am drawn/called
by the distant but approaching train whistles
and when i reach the bridge, it is a double train
corn (ethanol?) in black tankers heading south/west
and usps truck trailers
heading north/east
_______
from the water world:

People hang on to a rescue line to cross a flooded street after a massive landslide and flood in the Huachipa district of Lima, Peru.- voice of america, day in photos

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