The Chicago train left between 3 and 4
In the afternoon and arrived about 10
The next morning. At some point
Near the westmost edge of Indiana
Time moved back to repeat an hour.
If I want to visit myself as I was,
An hour spent not here or there
Between wake and sleep will do
So long as I remember that he,
Has his own absorbing concerns
(Not least the girl sleeping next to him
Her dark head against his shoulder)
And no intent in particular
Of growing up to be me.
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