Parallels
Poetry / Toby Fitch

Parallels

The intervals between trains are shrinking,             streetlights shaking —                         one or two blink out             with every repercussion. Planes fly lower and lower,             guard dogs whimper, and                         every so often             a seismograph flutters                         as if to warn us             that the orbits are out of whack,                         that waves rake the ocean floors and the hairs on the … Continue reading