won’t leave through the opening
I make in the screen
The golden hour—
a drunken man on the train mutters to himself
Sunday night’s full moon
gleams white in the chilly air—laughing partiers
*
Speeding over roofs
on a train after sunrise—the redheaded trees
Silhouettes of two
socks in a shaded window—walking in the rain
Stain of a shadow
on a sunlit red brick wall—big curly tree head
*
A cello swelling
in the fluorescent belly
of a train station
For George Carlin:
Earth suddenly shrugs
Man off its back, thanking usfor all the plastic
.
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