Sunday, June 24, 2007

The Travelers

Well, due to exam madness the week before last, come Sunday, I only had one or two haiku, which simply weren't worth posting. This week wasn't looking any better until we went on a little trip to the state's capitol. True to form, the creative juices were stimulated, and I now present to you this week's harvest. Enjoy!
summer sunrise
over fields
of dew
when I stand,
the cat
steals my chair
incense drifts
in lazy coils
tall grass.
abandoned railway
old notebook dying,
I search
for its replacement
the ice-cream melts
a play about the moon.
walking home,
we don't see it

The Travelers

The train leaves the station. Shuddering, it grumbles forward, moving along iron rails. Newspapers flutter in the wind of its passing.

The world passes by the window. Freight cars, left to the ravages of weather and graffiti, slowly rust to nothing. Stations, once brightly painted, are now relics, not even held together by hope.

Hope. This voyage confirms it existed once. Houses, stations, streets. All erected with hope and pride, sometimes only held together by one person's dreams. No longer. Ramshackle houses succumb to rot. Untended windows are only holes ringed with shards of glass. Old paint blisters and boils, exposing poured cement underneath. These dreams, deferred, have withered, and are no more. Not a sudden demise, but a slow one, that leaves you at the other end wondering how things got to be the way they are now.

slow rain
this city's shroud

There are other tracks. They led somewhere once. No longer. Grass, flowers, and trees grow between their rusted rails, that curve away to an abrupt end. The road once taken, but no more.
All is clockwork. Not smooth, but mechanical. There need be no hope on such a forsaken journey. The trains will move, regardless of despair, so long as there is a driver. People move. Not a hedonistic rush to better things, but the grim motions of inertia, a routine unbreakable, once settled into. No poetic journey of hope, this; rather the grim march of quiet death.

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