When Tanya Came Riding Home Again...

The 516 from Portland

 

The station closed an hour ago

so two ladies sit on a bench

and several men pace. Headlights

 

make us look up. A city bus

stops in front of the senior center

across Railroad Avenue. I’m parked

 

perpendicular to Railroad Avenue,

the tracks, the bench, the line

the men are pacing. No fool twice,

 

I close my eyes, listen for the whistle.

 
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