Ftrain, by Paul Ford

He explains decay in morning light,
I phrase colors of the corrugated shed
                three stories down,
changing the language
as light changes and when
it stops, the words must
continue in order
to save us. We say too much and yet
at a still point are graced.
He says his speech again - no use
to talk to me. But then I listen
since we are all of us forgiven.