The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for February 2005
Three Poems in December
| the tracks packed with snow cannot sing or clang the train rolls rumbling along in silence as if the cold itself were a muffler for all movement as if forcing us to concentrate as we wait tramping on the platform for this year’s version of winter wisdom and for the train even its bell is offset, less urgent, as it glides with just some decorative creaks and mechanical moans to a stop |
an upright vacuum cleaner in the snow standing on the corner proud (or humble) the drifts accumulate around it like sleek dust bunnies gone berserk an accumulation worthy of Satis House itself overnight on a quiet Sunday after Christmas [a vacuum cleaner in the snow great expectations indeed] |
all voices |