I’ll call my father
to let him know the day is off
tracks are light on the stacks
they crack when whistles fly fast
snow or plough let it roll
they see what I mean
and that is overseas

opposed swift directions
in front of the screen
click this to fill in for it
and then water the scene

***

You cannot keep age
Locked up
Nor disgrace or luck
Or bread or culture
Or love
Dayslight creeps through
With its urgency to move
Transforms
Writes wrinkles
For illusion to wake up
Again