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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Between Stations

Brakes hiss, trees slip, chain link ribbons
vacuumed up, sun flickering
bottle-brush pines, scrub oaks
sky-washing maples,
one white
birch,
backyards—
bicycles,
swing-sets,
decks,
inflatable
pools;
sky
painting
pond,
marsh-grass
belly-dancing,
tunnel
shock
darkness
out,
spewing
smoke-stack,
red lights,
crossing gates,
idling traffic,
feathered Sumacs
fence slowing,
couplings thump,
asphalt parked cars,
squinting mirror light,
brakes squealing, steaming,
gasping, shuddering,
exhaling, heaving, pausing—
still.

11 comments:

Sharon said...

Reads like a Renoir painting—lovely and compelling.

glnroz said...

I see that...

Helen Ginger said...

What a story. I was going to say my favorite image was "sky painting pond," but then I got to the end and saw that this was a story and the ending was fabulous.

Elana Johnson said...

Awesome!

sharlene said...

just beautiful. glad i joined 40 +, otherwise, i would not have found your blog.

Lydia Kang said...

Nice poem! Really captures that feel of being on the train.
Thanks for following my blog!

Robin said...

Thank you for that lovely ride.

A Write Life said...

Lovely thoughts. Have a great week.

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Joanne said...

This has just that right train rhythm. A perfect ride.

Tabitha Bird said...

Mmmm... lovely! It is great to see you posting poems. Very good :)