TRAIN

More real than most things

The train made of its passengers

Shadows and sea glass.

Its high tracks are gone,

 Hauled away with the motormen

And the conductors. The night

Says nothing; get on board

Since you will have it so.

POSSIBILITIES

I will probably be away from this blog for a little bit for medical-type stuff. The six or eight of you should talk among yourselves for the next week or so, read the old posts, or put up arcane coments.
Also, rejoice! Rejoicing is important.

Li Po called on the Moon
And his shadow to drink
And to dance with him.
Who knows but if you call
They will answer you?

Sin and Death built a road
Where no road could be
Perhaps your morning bus
Travels that road.
Examine the other riders!