Night Tumbles, by Kim Roberts
“Everything you want a train to do, it does.”
— overhead in a Chinese restaurant in Phoenix
Night tumbles into town, bruised
and swearing. I look at you,
the way you connect to me: arms and legs —
and slowly the word forms on my lips:
boxcars.
We settle small details —
what to wear, who to call,
getting there on time —
by the exercise
of our own deliberation.
It is all scenery:
trestle bridges, depot houses.
More important matters,
such as the curve of our bodies
and the bodies of those we love:
a hazy shoreline seen from a train window
as we pass — who can tell where
water ends and sky begins?
~ Kim Roberts, “Night Tumbles Into Town by Rail”
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