#lastpoemof2019

SUDDENLY WORDS DON'T FLOW

 

suddenly words don’t flow

 

the images taunt you

along the rickety tracks

 

the poet’s eye blinking

failing to capture quintessence

of this American city

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the last poem written in 2019--riding a Septa train home from work and trying to capture the fleeting images as the train rocked along the tracks.

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