Wednesday, September 25, 2013

No Trains Today, Buses to White Plains

White apartments for the elderly,
a touch of red in the trees,
their empty chairs arranged around
the rusted cannon mounted in the town square.

It turns out there’s a history here,
you've been inside me all along;
I can see the sleeves of the glee club,
hear the Swedes' long talks in the park.

The people are all on the platform now
impatient to leave this new city,
Reunion Coffee is served on the way out.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

I don't know why I honestly like this but you touched something inside of me. If I hadn't have done so many *ahem8 when I was younger I could probably out mu=y finger on it but I found this lovely.