Dream With a Train in It

Jim Daniels

(after Edwin Reyes)

Considering the lack of oversight,
the lack of tracks, considering
the shunned moon and the bitter
grit of stars, the bed’s gravelly silence
and the idling tinted-window
bass-thump SUV, the melting ticket
and the grim cyclops conductor,
it was pleasant to waken,  my son waving,
rattling the sports section in front of me
like a panicked sailor to read me some score,
the pages drifting apart and down
to the dusty floor of our tiny station.

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