20.

The light on the platform

At New Rochelle is not so obvious:

The surface refracts, reflects, absorbs

A man on the train repeats the word “sports”

Like a chant. I have ears that remember

Conversations years ago: the houses on

Leafy streets beyond Pelham Station

Are yoga to incantation. Cross purposes

Are not like tacking in a strong wind.

Sleep without rest exhausts, annoys

And makes no buffer against accident

And aggression. The streetlights are on before dark.