how different you had looked from
how you’d sounded –
an outline against the dust
and headlights on the dirt road --
and if i were to close
my eyes this very moment -- hear
The universe pass by, settled in
Post-soviet trains, disgruntled
Guitars drift breaking rifts
up to my window – how happier
would I have been
Wrapped around the jacaranda
On a hill down in Zambia!
I noticed this the other day. It gets a YES. from me.
I like the attention to the sonics in it which build as tension and then relax. I like the big things, dust in the headlights mutating to the universe passing by and then the very clear [Focused] way you move from unique percetions/description to very pin-point place and time...
the train (because of geography and personalization) becomes your train - and the alternative becomes your alternative.