going to cambridge

 as the outbound train
 crossed longfellow bridge
 i lost hold of my anger
 watched it drop
 into the charles
 carried off to the sea

 next morning a november frost
 illuminated the side streets
 in yellows and oranges
 a quiet grief settled in
 the empty lots where
 friendly buildings once stood

 but time does not count the times
 i've lost myself like this
 time provides for new times
 and small keepsakes