Fleetwood

I’m waiting in the covered bridge
straddling Platforms One and Two,
with tracks that run along a ridge;
I’m thinking hard of you.

Snow flies like midges by the light
and dies in the black hands of trees.
The platforms, outlined by the white,
wait like a pair of skis.

From your direction, a train chants,
then chatters under me like hope:
I’m standing in a giant’s pants,
hurtling down the slope.



*

I am one of three featured readers at the Back Fence on Jan 15 (Sun). If you happen to be in Manhattan that day, do drop by and say hi.

Date: Jan 15, 2006 (Sun)
Time: 3-5 p.m.
Place: Back Fence pub, 155 Bleecker Street (corner of Thompson)
Directions: 6 to Lafayette and Bleecker, 4 blocks west; E, F, B, D, Q, A, C to W 4th St., south to Bleecker and 3 blocks east; N, R to Prince St., north to Bleecker and 3 blocks west.
No cover; 1 Drink Minimum + Tip
Open-mic.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Goh Chok Tong's Visit to FCBC

Wallace Stevens' "The Noble Rider and the Sound of Words"

Steven Cantor's "What Remains: the Life and Work of Sally Mann"