the tree closest to the train
          the tree closest to the train
blurs and blurs and blurs

                    but

the houses
and yards

in the distance

and the people looking up

are
clear
down
to
their
expressions:

recognition

ruefulness

a child at the top of the slide

the older folk,
suspenders,
plaid patterns,
note the time
on their watches
using our lateness
for omen

on the train
we move in and out,
sleeper cars,
club cars,
talk, books,
the moving scenery
at the end
of our inner resources

a boredom
played with
like a cat
with a wounded
sparrow

and approaching us,
our twinned fate,
the next numbered train
traveling the opposite way
once a day, once a day
the world and the world meet,
a dark clattering
that I’m waiting for
and despite the inescapable destiny of it

Surprise

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