Learning
Here comes the ferrocarril,
announcing itself with a rude trumpet,
the iron horse and its iron carriage
weighing on rails, the earth, and the body.
But that is not what is out there a few
hundred yards away, in Mexico,
and seventy years removed
from the image in a small head
and a small body that feels the weight
rumbling a stone's throw from the house.
We must have been close by the rail yard
because the heaviness stills and a soft
coupling of cars begins. A magnolia
couples with the face of mother,
two halves of a house with a steel ball
that rolls down its central hallway, curtains
blowing outward and a tin roof
alive with rain, gravel with rock with rail
until ghost cars couple silently
beyond the vanishing point where
the train disappeared and the engine
--James Cervantes
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