Thursday, April 14, 2011

Poetry Thursday

Alabama Kat

New York Lindsey

Watching and Eastbound Freight Train from My Northerly Window

It's so late now the street signals
have turned to blinking.  There isn't
time for wordy sentences.  If leaves were
in the trees, they might have something

to say.  I would surely listen. 
The occasional car on I-90 slips past
this dying city like a yawn.  All I have
is this window and the static of night. 
Three engines and thirty-two
boxcars so far.  The average
is one hundred.  Will they stop
in Missoula or continue
on to Chicago?  A moving mile
of metal drives me.  I feel the clank
of wheel and track, the screaming
steel.  It is more hopeful at this 3 AM
than waking at dawn. 

Dan Morris

(Poetry inspired photography based upon Dan's chapbook, Following the Day)

1 comment:

lindsey said...

it was rainy and icky yesterday, but i was almost tempted to place myself on the tracks for a shot just like yours -- i have always had a thing for trains! loving your photo. happy thursday.