Flowers—Lines—Ice

From a Moving Train (on a rainy day): Part Two

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The Train

by David Orr 

Not that anyone will care,
But as I was sitting there
On the 8:07
To New Haven,
I was struck by lightning.
The strangest thing
Wasn’t the flash of my hair
Catching on fire,
But the way people pretended
Nothing had happened.
For me, it was real enough.
But it seemed as if
The others saw this as nothing
But a way of happening,
A way to get from one place
To another place,
But not a place itself.
So, ignored, I burned to death.
Later, someone sat in my seat
And my ashes ruined his suit.
Source:  Poetry 2007

2 responses

  1. Oh, I like these too, Lemony. And the poem. Fine. 🙂

    April 20, 2014 at 2:22 am

  2. Love these – I always find those structures vaguely threatening, possibly because of public information films about electricity in the seventies.

    April 22, 2014 at 1:53 pm

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