last week on the train

last week on the train

I thought each seat and body
must have found some hidden correspondence—
they say a single root system carries across acres in Utah—here,
 
each without a plan makes its own way
to a similar end, and I know leaving the city
could not have been less simple
 
if only for a change in monsoon patterns; if only for another transit line
the winter in Denver reminds me of evenings with you on the lawn—
but that same night the train that carried the wind
 
                              turbines moved so gently we hardly heard it at all.

by Ana Paula Pinto

Ana Paula Pinto

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