When a fetish meets fetish
there is serendipity like
nightness afraid of the dark
or faery's affinity
towards tales.
I'm returning the story
about you and me meeting
on the train in a snowstorm,
the one about the boy
who saves the day.
How beautiful the sound of
winter winds uninhibited.
Sometimes a brief encounter
survives a summer or twenty years.
Often a child represses the dream
of one-horned horses, choosing instead
the speeding train, the long dark
tunnel without you.
Surely, something sad, majestic
expects me on the other side.
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