Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

fall along
traintracks
wheels turn
in the grips
of gravity
& motion
& the warm embrace
of friction
over the bridge
as the sun
on my black coat
& brwn hat
& scarf o many colors
made by an old lady
in texas i never met--
each wheel
is heavy & round
& bears us down
the incline
further decline of light
in predictable circles.

oh man
i was
down and out
in new york city
even so
i used to say
"these are glorious days!"
you made me remember
thankyou!

nice imagery
i get the feel of it
very nice

nice!

hey jim thanks muchly. i remember the old days of being down and out in nyc. i go up and down. but at least i'm not quite so far out anymore.

doreen- mercy buckets.