Train bursting from a tunnel
doesn’t seem to groan
Walking in the wake
of his sweet leafy pipe smokeunder lead grey skies
Lying beneath stars—
why do I find the airplanesmost fascinating?
*
Before dawn: champagne
moon over a hissing sea—cars seem to whisper
Humorless highrise
defying the sky with its
angularity
Under bold spring sun
feeling sweetness in each stephearing the trees breathe
*
He asks me the time,
finger-thick streak of dried blood
under his cheekbone
Chasing the gleaming
twin lines of the tracks, this trainhas no conductor!
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