Slow Freight--Five A.M.
by Larry Rochelle
Sunday, May 15, 2005
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Slow Freight—Five A.M.
north wind brings the clear hush
before the primal sense of power,
the long, slow rumble,
then a pause, a wind shift,
and the long moan begins, the night
rider pressing down at the crossroads,
invisible haunts out of the past
scaring coyotes off the tracks.
not a speedster, no, more like
a sublime ghost working the rails,
trapped by circumstance, doomed,
derelict, a power to be avoided.
the open window lets him in,
and the visions are pure:
a rocking motor humming,
a flight running circles
into the deep-dark,
only one Volkswagen stopped,
the flashing red light, off-and-on,
blinking against the windshield
while sleepers grab their pillows,
and head deeply back to slumber.
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Stunning imagery and multi-sensoral delight! Brings back memories...thank you, Larry!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|Whenever my parents took me on vacation, I learned to sleep in the back seat. This brings me back to all the sights and sounds I experienced in those days. Great memories. Thanks for bringing them back.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Like being there.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Vivid imagery for me....hubby working on the railways many moons ago...this brought back som fine memories!!
When life was still worth living....and peace still the order of the day!!
Thanks for sharing Larry