Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the empire state building stands out
in the early afternoon comfort
of march sunlight

as i cross the bridge
one grand isle to another
above the ground; beneath

distant foggy, clouds mottle the low horizons
the sun comes in the window of the train strong
and casts a distant shadow of me in my hat
sitting in the center of the window
watching the sky
and everything
going on for hints
of certain oblivion

i like the way the sun feels
on the back of my neck
until the train slinks
into the tunnel

"I like the way the sun feels on the back of my neck..."
This is the line I'm holding onto........

an excellent read M.B.
with, or without the last two lines.......
H

and everything
going on for hints
of certain oblivion

I like that.
saludos,

Arcadia

I liked this.

I kinda think you don't need those last two lines.

thankee much.

and yer both right about those last two lines.
ah judicious pruning will result in better blooms.

heh.

suddenly it's a better poem. imagine that.

peace
abum