Thursday, October 15, 2009

Early Morning, After a Dream


First a train horn, mournful,
low, and long. Then the ghostly figure
of a child and his locomotive
beside me on the floor. Or
is it the other way
around?

(first publication)


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2 comments:

Momo Luna said...

Oh the melancholy of a train horn late at night or early in the morning. I love this poem a lot, feeling a bit sad for the child somehow. Cannot explain but i think i feel what you mean....

William Michaelian said...

Yes, I think you do....