01-29-2014, 04:52 AM
Altoona (1977)
What I think about
sometimes
were the box cars
coupling
an engine, roundhouse
miles of track
leaving
across a river
its current, mud
and sand, concrete
pylons and branches
caught
in swirling water
the middle-of-town
siren, howling dogs
a park, Little League field
cracked tennis courts
winding dirt roads
beach, empty pavilion
late at night
part of her
left alone
the two of us
walking
music calling
to where insects sang
about one idea
at a time
many such stories
more beautiful
than answers
What I think about
sometimes
were the box cars
coupling
an engine, roundhouse
miles of track
leaving
across a river
its current, mud
and sand, concrete
pylons and branches
caught
in swirling water
the middle-of-town
siren, howling dogs
a park, Little League field
cracked tennis courts
winding dirt roads
beach, empty pavilion
late at night
part of her
left alone
the two of us
walking
music calling
to where insects sang
about one idea
at a time
many such stories
more beautiful
than answers