Heartbeat of a train
where it goes and when it strays,
Wildflowers wilding
at the branches of grey-metal veins,
Kites gliding
in umbrella-pauses and unasked rain,
Black brackets stinking
grow greener to a pollen dream,
The aurum nose ring shrinking
to a mole on her deciduous face,
The spiked-style's ruined when
he runs the rail,
I want to slow
his heartbeat down
only to catch his name.
