the point being
not to be ignored...
the ultimate vanishing cypher-
yet it remains
a treacherous rounding
of the good hopes
hoping not for irony
but a happiness undeserved
a visible essence
a tangible, winsome wind
of favor without merit
a love bound only
by expansive sails
and fair horizons
what can I say
about planning
a wedding
that I hope
comes off
without a hitch?
Post 12:01
A minute after midnight
in Kingsley Station
seems a likely time
to depart
from this platform.
there is no schedule
for other travelers
to consult
but...
I must all-aboard
with my last best ticket
and follow moonlit rails
laid out against barren plains.
I understand
that parallels only converge
in the unreachable horizon.
the mile-by-mile reality
is a finely measured consistency
of distant togetherness