Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Regret


Heavy clouds
on a locomotive’s back

a cry at every
crossing.

(first publication)


Update:
“Regret” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

3 comments:

Joseph Hutchison said...

And yet those clouds are the product of what drives the locomotive forward.

I love the sound in that second line, too: I can hear the train going by. Preferably at night. In moonlight.

William Michaelian said...

Joe, would you settle for dawn?

Joseph Hutchison said...

I'll always settle for another day....