& how can I travel
in that, I ask you?
Does it always have
to be your rules; won’t I
ever have a say? Why
should I risk night & the snow
to light these votive
candles where I find them /
can you even see them
from where you live /
and why (if you do)
don’t you send me a
car, fast & light
like Kenneth’s machine.
I tell you it’s cold
& dark & I know
when you’re passing.
Like yesterday, I was
standing on the river
& I saw on the bridge
your invisible car:
it made a light which
travelled by water.