Monday, August 18, 2014

lost and found on the b train in winter by Walter Bjorkman



i
first heard the rumble, felt the roar, before i was born
in my mother�s own cave, on her doctor�s way
i first saw the white porcelain straps, felt the frayed straw seats
smelled the wet drying wool before i was one year of age

record
snow the christmas eve three months before my birth
then every month thereafter � i rode the rails in that womb
while dirt-crusted plowed snowdrifts piled to

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