Snow Train
The slow horn
makes a tunnel in my sleep,
a tunnel of no-sleep,

then a question:
why that sound in darkness
near dawn, a warning

like the first hint of smoke
as the woods catch fire
in a hazard of twigs,

then the whole woods
lit with alarm?
Or is it a dream

that the day
has already prepared hard weather,
dawn like a black knife?
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