BY THIS POEM I SAT DOWN
BY THIS POEM I SAT DOWN AND WEPT
If I didn’t write a poem today I’d
have thrown myself under a train?
Sitting here in a draughty hallway
the light fading fast buildings turning
to Aztec totem poles dinosaurs creeping
along in the grey Black puddle gleaming
in empty urban pond I am transported to
snow covered suburban driveway glistening
in blue moonlight at 10 Dreaming about a
different life here downtown 44 yrs. later
on the day I was saved from the underbelly of a train
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Winter 2012
songanddancegirl 