Poem of the Day
Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 01:39PM A fresh new poem. Enjoy.
BNSF 1273
Gathering in the entrails
of the city, they wait
Buzzing barely audible
Above the rumble
of things progressing.
Waiting to unload
the reserves of the day
Into pint glasses
Tightly laced Asics
and tantrums
that keep neighbors appalled.
Text one more message,
Flip through the sports page,
Feign total deafness
Just a little bit longer
'Til the track gates draw open
Then, Spring!
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