Tracing You (Classic Poem)(Local)

         Tracing You
                                                              Kristina Aquino
  
                                                         Imagine the train tracks,
                                               the train speeding away from you.
                                                         We were somewhere
                                                and someone else a minute ago.

                                                           So I give you this,
                                               the poet, the imagined martyr,
                                              unmoving in her seat--she is one
                                             of the firsts, she is daybreak today-- 
                                                 it does nothing but stare back.
                                            She is so still the train stops with her.
                                                      "Cubao", she mouths.

                                                     Imagine the train tracks,
                                                the train speeding away from
                                                               you, Cubao.
                                                         We were with you
                                                         some minute ago.

                                                      There are buildings
                                            on the way to the end of the line,
                                                              but structure
                                             eliminates the idea of a horizon.
                                               It is sad when imagined things
                                                            start dying, too.