Poem 5

Your presence fills me with delight
There was a carriage
Passed this way
An hour ago
Headed to the pike
It did not have an engine
And it did not have a sight
Every ticket was bought
Out of some complex fraud
Dearest footprint
It was unsettling to see
The phantom-filled carriage
Whose charges were made
Whose names were taken
Whose identities
Passed over the dales
With no gaggling seating arrangements
No admiring look, no apology,
No staring out the porthole
At the windrushes and harriers
Dearest footprint
And the one who planted you
So generously, thank you, the one
Who must have been happy for me
To make of you what I like
Before leaving for Toledo

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