Jesus Rodriguez
It is cold and grey here,
but that is why you came.
To feel the water that
you have always known.
The railyard is closed now
and that place where you
used to stop to get a seven
up is no longer here. The stream
has long since resigned itself
to run this distance from home,
to placate and to elide, turning
and breaking from you.
Move and it is no longer your own.
