By Nancy Williams Lazar
Rain falls like crazy off the roof
in Windsor Locks,
beside the canal, river-leaning
telegraph poles wrapped with
wires wave us on.
Cellphone Lady broadcasts she’s
a prisoner on this train– aren’t we all!
Hartford air rushes hot, stale as a dog.
No good artists; Squid, splat
and VD have only blue and black
all with tired edges.
Between stops, dead on tracks,
one sad train looks like New York
City smashed every window
and colored her up
for a party
she’s not invited to.
Walled between stone on the far
side of town
a leafy canopy masks
the colors of love,
swooped in green
and blue, filled with righteous yellow,
marshmallow round like your perfect lips
Happy National Train Day.
Awesome photos and poem. Are those jackets you guys are wearing? Curious. Love your poses on the rails. So cool! Who took the pictures? They have a great eye.
I took the pics. Thanks :) And yes, there’s something here called rain! Cold water falls out of the sky! And you have to cover your arms. It’s crazy.
Very cool post. And very cool Lord of the Dance asana :)
Train track yoga is the next big thing…
Very impressive balancing act on the rails- and a lovely poem. Glad you are still finding celebratory occasions.
The trick is choosing what to celebrate. There are so many weird holidays!
what cute children i have! seriously….good genes.