
Make Good
How do you intend
It to end the road its roar
To nowhere the habitual
Leaving we revisit once
A long age thaws
Solid in our forgetting
Did you return
To make good
On your boyhood instinct
Playing animal, uncanny
The southern blur
At the train’s terminal gate
How does it begin
I know not
To listen to the city
Braided in light
The second step
A heavy familiar
How much time
Before I guess
Myself back
Into that world
Saying
I am not
Afraid—
You first