Union Station – 10 p.m.
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Union Station – 10 p.m.

Wet streets closed the blurred summer,

Bringing a night of ghosts to the Oxford hotel.

 

On wooden benches outside Union station,

I thought I saw Trakl and Tranströmer

Reading Ingeborg Bachmann –

Unaware of each other.