Thursday, July 30, 2009

Listening To A Train


Listening to a Train

Is a train
a reptile?

Submerged
to their black waists
in humidity,
crickets
dance flamenco
beneath a maple
bordered
by dying tomato
vines.

Tonight
my brain
wants
to absorb
every neutron
of blue electricity
flashing
between
the crickets’
sable hips.

Alan Britt

Posted over on Eleventh Transmission

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