Walking towards her or when she walks towards me
symbolizes love and poetry.
A view traveling by
represents friendship and the painter’s soft sigh.
If you look too hard you will find
the ugly. Too close too fast will make you lose your mind.
I once walked into a tree.
Nature was never so unkind.
This landscape of trees, houses, a distant church spire,
on the train into Boston resembles
a novel. Realistic fiction wants to know
why the train is now moving slow
and what are the tenants struggling with in that seedy building.
Peering closer into the curiosities of fiction
you forget the poet you were
when you dreamed in your seat,
no doubt thinking of her.