There It Was

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