Written on a Train in Italy

Perhaps it will never come out of the hilltops
and the lake filled valley will only just skip into the next day
without the fifth and final prayer.
I don't know the sound of my own stress
nor do I feel nostalgia for its written notes,
the echoes left in stone and bar tabs.

In Germany, the word for this means before dark
and full of many other excited expressions
like the supreme leader of Iran his holiness of the painted veil
and the cartooned absurdity of fourteen cherry blossoms
forever in heaven.

This is not very hard to imagine
if you know the sound of trains
moving through a tunnel.
Sustenance in the imagination of fresh daylight.