Today's poem is by Anne Shaw
City You Won't Come Back To
White light strafes the railyard as freight trains churn and click
past burned-out tanneries, car yoked to car. Slow halt of a body as it grinds
to the brink of rails. What flashes to beguile. What we let go by. Tonight
we sit in the diner, red block letters pulsing in our spoons. In the black sheets
of the windows, we study the reflection of reflection. If I put my hand
on your hand. If you put your head on your chest. Pay the tab and then we will resign:
the tangleyard benighted with belief, the season saddled roughly to its twinge.
Nightshade roots in the alley, boxwood snares the park. All that rust and stubble,
all that riff and tear. For now, let's walk where elm trees net the vacant lot.
For now, let's traipse out barefoot blackening the gummy tarmac.
Copyright © 2010 Anne Shaw All rights reserved
from New Orleans Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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