The Closed Line

By adam

Thu, 14 Jul 2011
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The Closed Line

Under the traffic
two threads merge
in a memory of speed,

Weeds point the way
to lost stations; bridges where boys
took numbers on summer days,

Transparent clerks on platforms
endlessly check their watches,
shades from a world
shaped by comforting boredom
wiped from the page
by one no more permanent
July 2011.

Certificate U
Poem
After Industry
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by maisie on
i liked the sense of loss conveyed by this poem. Good structure too.

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by ScoZen on
Nice one. I like the short impact of this piece. I can see it a noir/sepia painting. Just right for your "After Industry" collection.
ScoZen