By the Railroad Tracks

By the Railroad Tracks

that I met him in a bar

we went home together

to remember

the texture of the leaves

under the moonlight

that I saw him again

when sparrows fell

in the dark

of night, we memorized

the hum of cicadas

that I missed him

his ocean and its foam

against the sky

that there were sparks

behind my eyes

that the rain was driven,

driven into the ground

beside the broken barn

by the railroad tracks

next to the sea