There was a boss and there was a tide
and a cold wind shouldered from behind
The grass ached and the banker plunged
into the bass note on the veranda
That was the scene, that was the context
as ravenous hours ate up the morning
which was really evening, or even night
Savage bells bent, all upholstered
in granite. Waiting for the train
in the mysterious station,
worried about the schedule, but not
the unknown destination.
2/2017
