Rainbow rings shiver street lamps. Breath,
My breath, makes unfigured shapes, blown
Plaits in mistful air. Jesse scamps
Choo-choo, choo-choo down tumbledown
Damp streets trailing choo-choo smoke.
“I’m a train, choo!” a poke at quiet night.
More pokes: dogs’ harsh barks herald our way.
Behind curtained bays, quiet folk in
Incandescent light grip guns against enemies.
(One false step, we’ll put out your lights).
By and by, farther on, the lamps end.
We chug lightly, lightheartedly,
Into the future, into the dark.