Sunday, December 7, 2008

Dark Express

You remember me better
Than I do.
Who I was, under a hat:
Another magician arriving
In station echoes--
A late train, smells
Of cigarettes and steel.
An overcoat
On a cold night,
For an instant seemed solid,
Right and just, more
Than invention in
Shadows, dust, down years.
Here, you touch glass
That stops a place where
Steam is,
Clear a squeaking
Circle and
Remember me.