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