This is a kind of apocrypha
traveling by train in the mid afternoon
when the sun can’t decide between two twilights
in contrast to the west
this is all seasonal
every tenement
is really called
a tenement living
apart from itself
in black and white
the sum of knowledge: brick can be stained
iron light posts: limp just off center
a settled wilderness
whispers things
you might hear
among strangers
that one white post
behind the corner of soot
these tracks were never meant to travel
this fast makes me miss something
essential
independence corridor
causes me tension
she wore a peach colored skirt
and white sweater in stifling heat
whatever she hid I could imagine it better
missin
mission and child-like ancestry
so much for youth
trees seem to migrate with you
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