Post by GD Martin on Feb 9, 2011 2:46:57 GMT -5
I Took The El Train
I Took the El Train to Avalon Park
in languid repose on a seat, I embarked,
while leaned heads posed silent thru humming rails;
I hopped on the Red Line to the Walking Trails.
Lamented, not I, for my labor behind,
which vapidly passed from all levels of mind.
I saw an old blind man, and some Sisters in Black,
and puppy-faced sailors all hauling their sacks.
A homeless man rode, who had just lost his wife;
he told me he was riding to forget about life.
With laud, I linked sight to a lush, sunset sky
at the train's crimson halt on its final tie.
GD Martin
I Took the El Train to Avalon Park
in languid repose on a seat, I embarked,
while leaned heads posed silent thru humming rails;
I hopped on the Red Line to the Walking Trails.
Lamented, not I, for my labor behind,
which vapidly passed from all levels of mind.
I saw an old blind man, and some Sisters in Black,
and puppy-faced sailors all hauling their sacks.
A homeless man rode, who had just lost his wife;
he told me he was riding to forget about life.
With laud, I linked sight to a lush, sunset sky
at the train's crimson halt on its final tie.
GD Martin