Crossroads,
heavy rain,
woman in thin white
fluttering dress,
faceless signalman
in gray cape
and tall rubber boots,
two pale-faced children,
holding hands
and staring into the nothingness,
a horse-drawn carriage at rest,
with no sign of the driver,
a swaying light in the distance,
making its way forward,
a savage dog,
a curious black cat –
weird are the places
where you say,
“meet me there.”