Allegory of a train gone by
2023Tsunamis of cables and posts wash past
Lingering enough to galvanize, pull open the aorta
Passing by and leaving behind no sutures
And, for a moment, it’s ichor that fills me
We’re shoreside and I can’t swim. The waves
Are calm, but there are waves. I’m not panting
Instead treading, ripples like your hands.
It’s not like those New York Pools.
Always a perpetuum mobile
Jaw aches, too much chewing gum
Here in a short perpetuity
Measured in hours, city is your words
Sitting with the essence of that
Flag-red-Sticked-strawberry
Those conductors are impatient
Clocks too accurate for my Casio
I’m hoping to miss the return but
Stepping onto the platform
I’m waiting for the train to stop.
The trains may go. Tracks always end.
Trains can come back. Trains do.