Overcoat Knows

Into the station
a train is coming
noisy,
sharp ringing
in a beautiful voice
you come in
organize the shared
time and history and lives
you are coming to me
--If money hadn't slipped through us
love would not have faded
or tarnished
put one foot on the train stairs,
grabbed the handle with
one hand and bowed head
like words with tears
following a slow-moving train, i,
your one point remains
full stop.
frozen snows on the place
left and staying
overcoat that fell over it
knows.