The Train Moves Smooth
       

The train moves smooth as a ferry across the bay, through the city, and what's the right word for the way things were, the tinge applied to the past by forgetfulness or obliteration?

We've had our moments all right. The unzipped possibilities night accorded us, the mouths through which we walked into the world. This new train carries us so quietly beneath the city where so many celebrated the irrepressible body, its brief and glorious half-life, the sung

resistances. Of which I was not part. Still I miss it. Wish for other than scooters weaving through pedestrians on side- walks. Other than two men on the train talking a 42-million dollar deal, distain at their partner who was too excited by his 5-million profit. Doesn't he have money? the one asks.

But my past great city was someone else's and I'm passing through it, brief as a kiss.

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