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La Resistance 8/20/2018

by Ben Nardolilli

We break sugar packets together,
the father and the son and me, a trinity
the dining car shifts left and we adjust
while looking out at the Cascades

We go through a tunnel and the son
is excited, is this it, the 8 miles
of darkness he read about?
The longest rail tunnel in North America.?

It’s just a regular line that goes
through one of the mountains,
he sighs, we eat, I drink my coffee,
we talk about where we come from

I tell them I’m from Brooklyn,
they tell me they’re from Janesville, WI
I don’t bring up politics
and they keep the subject away

We talk about the orchards around us, 
the red apples and green pears, 
everything looks plump and ripe
hanging on the verdant branches

More coffee comes and we rip open
more creamers and more sugar packets,
this is how it will be, some day,
this is how it must be, if we’ll go on

Sitting at the table together,
breaking sugar packets in silence,
and yet enjoying a true peace, everyone
able to get a seat without reservations

Again, the boy thinks we’re entering
the Cascades Tunnel, he’s excited,
I’d rather we go through flames,
so I can and see where I’m heading