by Samantha Lê 

a dispassionate rain sprinkles colors  
onto glassy morning tracks  
faded creatures in shapes of blue  
     and sleeplessness — going 

gone the warning whistles of the watchful  
     conductor — gone 
the smoke that caught the wind 
and stained the air

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First published in Invention: Poems that Celebrate Who We Are and What We Do in Silicon Valley (Poetry on the Move Project), Ed. Sally Ashton, San Jose, CA, April 2012, pp. 49.