Monday, July 4, 2011

Missing A Train

Beside the yellow train

The cigarettes stack themselves

Below smoke I’ve never coughed before

This man is getting old

But crosses his legs like he no longer cares

A small group of construction workers

Change the direction of the light

With their yellow hats

Under straight taught cables

And rain watered charcoal

Are cigarettes black on the train tracks

And it’s been a while since I missed a bus

But this smoke bending beside us

Is curious enough for this train to pass by


In the deep weight of the gray air morning

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