362poem

November 1, 2011

A bang like heavy
smoke from a humid gun
poured all its sound
into the silenced platforms
of nightime Retiro
The cold continuity
of cement and periphery
warmed when the future
became another alluring lie.

LOCATION: Lincoln, Nebraska – Remembering Valeria and our bus station goodbye in Buenos Aires; the forecast says tomorrow thirty percent chance of snow, the first of the year.

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