in memory, of a similar end
by C.A. Reed
Monday, February 07, 2005
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a long time ago, a commuter jumped in front of the train, i saw not the gore but the subtleties of the aftermath. recently, a friend met the same fate. i was 3000 miles away.
you will never read this
and i am sorry,
though i still see feathers
floating through a cold, grey noontime
the red line train
whether south station or jfk, it's all been lost
in the commuter's shuffle
and is cloudy in my brain
though i know what happened,
a delay, waiting around the platform
wanting to be home...
downy plumes danced feverish
whirls, transients, ascending
to be lost in the wind.
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|Reviewed by elois Masters (Reader)
|What an exquisite poem. "...transients, ascending to be lost in the wind." Aren't we all in some way? Be You Tee Full.
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Oh so deep and excellent, this is really poignant and good,