Underneath Boston. Maverick station,
screeches of brakes and sparks flying off trains.
Being no believer in reincarnation,
I somehow trust in relaying my strains.
Starts you can make with machines are beating
one's wildest ideas of what might exist.
To be sure, this New Year's I received your greeting --
my name was something like fourth on the list.
Oh, there's no tragedy -- nor is there sensation,
things coming with ease will go with ease.
Outbound train, Maverick station.
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
Talk of backtracking or resuscitation --
nonchalant even if somewhat perplexed.
Boston. Blue line. Maverick station.
Airport will be next.
March 2000
Maverick station
© Copyright: Стефан Машкевич, 2002
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This is Poetry! It has breadth and depth, unique view of the world around us.
I'll review it in the march section
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Athena Prose 31.03.2002 21:14 • Заявить о нарушении
I'll review it in the march section
http://www.stihi.ru/author.html?athena_prose
Athena Prose 31.03.2002 21:14 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you! The world happens to be so rich... any time one can overcome one's laziness, poetry results without any effort whatsoever - just watch it and write down. In a rare gesture of narcissism :-), I like this thing myself because everything in it is true. Save for "Stand clear of the closing doors, please" - that being New York, not Boston.
P.S. So where are the April, May, ... sections? :-)
Стефан Машкевич 16.06.2002 12:19 Заявить о нарушении
P.S. So where are the April, May, ... sections? :-)
Стефан Машкевич 16.06.2002 12:19 Заявить о нарушении