Poem 20150716

shouldn’t we take the train, you ask

on trains
the country slides by
like frames of film
like an illusion of life
or a series of photographs
or paintings
granular in change
so subtle from one to one
so different from first to last
like the station where you boarded
and
the station where you stepped down
in another place
and another time

sure, i say
and i go to buy the tickets