From the Streetcar
Are you thinking of leaving?
Should I plant these seeds again, trusting
anyone will be around for the harvest
Time is expanding
I remember the last time I saw you
walking down the street
to sit in the park
You did not follow
watching with pigeon’s eyes
when I walked back to the station,
boarded the train
and the time you had spent waiting
and traveling
The time I spent waiting
and traveling
The time until we meet again
races ahead of our time together
