Train

The gesture that 
I summarize in the moment, 
Takes the space much like a venue
of words that fill the air.
My worry is what makes the sounds of 
lasting waves across
what is the echo of the basin
depth 
I've found.
I see the summer heat
like a vail
of silk.
the tread of the train
marks the path
for sinners.
I've seen what drapes across your skin, as 
soft as ice between the winter.