Haha rain! I'm the train
window man, anywhere
traveling as far away as
I can from anything,
licking up valleys, in
search of a new word for
the then-trees but sad,
and feeling better, mostly,
about where I don't know
where I am, but it feels
like I'm getting there,
and when I get there
again I just hope I
recognize it
Just then my car passes
the old memory yard,
heaped tall with old
friends and empty cans.
I pull the thing to get
off but I can't get off. Oh!

INVIA LE CORREZIONI