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Train Dance
by Jonathan Wells
ISBN: 978-1-935536-14-7 |
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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