See through the windows the bare branches
from the rolling train.
The stream alongside the tracks flows towards the river:
Giving soil. taking soil, gathering smaller waters,
The sun has broken through the clouds,
although we still cannot see it. The sky is
blue and white and gray. Some of the fields
and scattered houses across the stream
The broad stream, we named the 'Juanita.' Our maps say it's
a river, an important tributary.
The light is enough to make the water
almost white, with subdued reflections
of the sky and the clouds.
The reflections of the trees along the farther shore
are less subdued, and sharper.
Many thin white streaks run diagonally across the stream.
You try to focus on one and see another.
The stream flows smoothly.
A branch juts out of the water and makes
a dark ‘v.’ Beneath the borrowed colors
and white streaks
the water is black.
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