Racing train

⫗ ⫗ I find myself on a perilously speeding train— ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗

⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ making its way with screeches and  ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗

⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ with whispers along a fragile forest— ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗ ⫗

I am in front of a window

And I come to notice eyes glaring back at me

through grime and drops of filthy water

I purse my lips, I fix each row in my sight

The layers of the forest shifting without recourse, the nearer rows

traveling across the further rows

I don’t pause for ferns,

not yet grown enough for their milk to come in