By Jeffrey Alfier


We met on the AMTRAK out of Cut Bank
and rode toward the gaining dusk of Fargo.

She stared out her window with the trance
of a mother lacing the boots of her child.

From the Fargo platform I watched her drift down
an empty street of neon sparking tavern doorways,

homeward perhaps, out by the Red River
whose surface now shimmers with snow

swept up by highbeams in a gust of light.