twice avoiding the touchscreen vending machines and men in vests
the other
ticket to Pt Washington
had a team, The Pirates

took train to the opposite terminus,
	on the other side of the state boarder
that was with D(C),
	who bought us the ticket with her accustomed certainty

hollowed out stone,
	idle men who'd be smoking cigarettes a generation ago
old lights but none have gone out

back from her[L(M)] travels
brought back postcards
[J(S)] told me to pick one out for A(n)
because he had managed only to tear a rag
	from my already motheaten red flannel shirt
and he owed me for some reason like 48.32
so could I pick out a postcard (they must have been very rare)
I could pay her for it and she'd
give that to A(n)
[because she felt bad for him?]

I can remember two
a black and white of tall wood buildings
the kind that show their framework through plaster
at night in a light snow
lit by rows of streetlamps
handwritten (in white) along the bottom
simply the town comma country
Somewhere with an M and ending in an o,
Colombia

the second she'd like for herself
but I ask her, "Is that a Mishima?"
(I meant to say "a Kurosawa")

again a light snow
this time a stone patio
some ways from the camera
near the steps to the portico
a man kneels in front of
a mounted granite sphere