Sunday, May 24, 2015

Keith Francese writes

the four line

sigh my eyes and turn abrupt
walk the entire length of this subway platform

feel my mouth, ajar,
another six-month affair

then, this escalator up
take two at a time

four flights out of the station
onto a wet walk

the mega-city air
weak as a dusty whisper

taxis line the rail,
await, all lights and wipers

snowflakes sideways aflutter

1 comment:

  1. Here's an interesting approach to composition. 99.9% of the poem precisely renders the boring details of a daily activity, while its emotive heart is one line, almost buried, but which stands in sharp contrast to its environment.


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