All Day the Trains Whistle
This morning my friend hopped
the union pacific heading south
while I thought
someday
The leaves falling thought
nothing at all
All day my kitchen swayed like a fugitive.
All day a record played its moon-blue heart
and crows dropped mid-flight,
crows the size of sky.
Each one pulling the other
and the other pulling after it
the full freight of waiting waiting waiting
Posted 07/09/12
Published in Hubbub, Fall 2011