the van pelt, "the speeding train"
dark tragedies of Woonsocket, Pawtucket, Providence
Empty warehouse shells by the tracks
Blurring by my window
while I slur a beer and scotch
150 miles an hour
away from my past
Circling the wagons
Around me and mine
Hunkering down,
waiting out the frost
Taking these lessons
to hibernate with me
- written on the amtrack to boston and sent to the blue crane 25 november 2008.
sent back to me last night.
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