by Shawnte Orion
| You step from the train greeted only by the moon. Uncertain for a moment whether you have arrived in Phoenix or Vienna. You only know that the Kafka paperback that accompanied you for the past three hours has been forgotten left beneath your seat on the train already leaving the station.You imagine who might discover it and wonder if they will begin reading where you left off. You hope they appreciate its well-worn pages. You hope they agree with the significance of the passages you carefully underlined in red ink and you wonder if they will take the book with them once they reach their destination or if they will also leave it behind. Discarded for the next stranger on his way to somewhere else. ~~~~~ |
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Causeway Lit 
Shawnte:
Thanks for the heads up. I think the 2nd verse works particularly well. The first is fine, too, but if the 2nd stood alone it could almost be titled: “Poem After a Book Left on a Train by David Chorlton.
I do like the current title, also.
Don
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Shawnte:
Thanks for the heads up. I think the 2nd verse works particularly well. The first is fine, too, but if the 2nd stood alone it could almost be titled: “Poem After a Book Left on a Train by David Chorlton.
I do like the current title, also.
Don
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Thanks, Don.
I know you’ve published a lot of Chorlton’s work over the years,
so I appreciated the feedback.
s
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Thanks, Don.
I know you’ve published a lot of Chorlton’s work over the years,
so I appreciated the feedback.
s
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