tolgaerbatur

it's 2005 February 8th I'm sitting by the window on the d.c.-baltimore train night is falling I never knew I liked night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain I don't like comparing nightfall to a tired bird I didn't know I loved the earth can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it I've never worked the earth it must be my only Platonic love and here I've loved rivers all this time whether motionless like this they curl skirting the East coast street malls crowned with lonlyness or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can see I know you can't wash in the same river even once I know the river will bri