listening from the window,
a freight train moans
slogging away at day's end
and a hissing wind
smashes rain around the road
all dim on the horizon
listening from the window,
there's a world full of people
moving, surviving
excessively or barely
in shadows or light
and how they do it
who knows
listening from the window,
old joys linger
I remember what brought me
here
and I think of the faces
that only reappear
in dreams