stolen prose transposed to poesy

Ah! and now
a favorite sound:
       a train in the distance--
                  checking the time,
it must be the same which brought me here,
and if it were dark outside,
and the moon were full,
you could see an opera
from the color of that noise.
This is much in that same emotion:
two birds, let out of a cage;
nonvows;
         possibilities;
                         lists for a long winter.






..............anon.