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Outbound
We live life forwards and think about it backwards
-Howard Nemerov

We passengers ride backward on the train
And train our eyes on what has passed us by.
A cobalt blur composes
Into a woman picking roses,
Who is already fading in the pane
As in the failing hindsight of the eye.

A line of oaks comes into focus, fades,
Supplanted by the double-dagger poles
Of power companies,
Footnotes that redefine the trees.
An asterisk in glass, then window shades,
Graffiti, billboards, tattered banderoles

Of southbound birds….Whatever comes to view
Corrects the view, but never will explain
The random next event
Or anything but where we went,
Where long ago a woman wearing blue
Began forgetting someone on a train.

-Greg Williamson