3.13.2009

Interlude: Other People's Poetry


Trains
I am seduced by trains. When one moans in the night like some
dragon gone lame, I rise and put on my grandfather's suit. I pack a
small bag, step out onto the porch, and wait in the darkness. I rest
my broad-brimmed hat on my knee. To a passerby I'm a curious
sight—a solitary man sitting in the night. There's something
unsettling about a traveler who doesn't know where he's headed.
You can't predict his next move. In a week you may receive a
postcard from Haiti. Madagascar. You might turn on your
answering machine and hear his voice amid the tumult of a
Bangkok avenue. All afternoon you feel the weight of the things
you've never done. Don't think about it too much. Everything
starts to sound like a train.



by David Shumate
photograph by Osvaldo Zoom

2 comments:

Osvaldo Pieroni said...

Here is the link to my photo. Thanks

http://www.flickr.com/photos/osvaldo_zoom/3252098901/

Kate Horowitz said...

Osvaldo-- thanks so much for the link! Your work is just beautiful.


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