Sunday, May 27, 2012

Traveling Through

                                                                                for Katya, in transit

Indiscriminate life
is no journey anywhere,
the round trip was scheduled long

Eagle fanning its wings to get aloft
looks for the nest
atop a train station
. . . take me to the station

let your baby down slow,
sure, baby, slow . . .
Can I ever get back where I left
once the conductor punches my ticket

and who in this remarkable world
but you knows how to go everywhere
the blues is bought and sold
where you walk by, walk by where

I left my baby there,
was a sad cold place to leave her,
but I got no choice
to share with her my beans and rice

(19, 28 May 2012)

copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander

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