Train Dance
by Jonathan Wells
ISBN: 978-1-935536-14-7
paper, 72 pages, $15.95
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Please Hold
I am a telephone ringing in mid air,
a chair pushed back from the dining room table after a long conversation.
Speak to me again. Say my name.
The rice, cold not close, still marries
the bride and groom. The holster
fires like a gun.
The reins of the cottonwood trees go slack and the field lays down on itself.
Bird songs overlap their notes
in the fluttering.
I am hungry for the earth. Aren't you?
Come to me. Say my name.
The sun made me ten stories tall
when I walked in the lines
of the labyrinth keeper's rake. One story made me wiser than I am and I could feel
the geese fly out of me although
they barely moved their wings.
Say my name.
The dressing room mirror revealed three lives in that face but she saw only two.
The horse and child mattered to her,
the other life was mine.
Is that call for me?
Please hold
I'm coming.
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